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“Rough-shod winging sky blue flight
On a cold wind to Valhalla”
Despite the title reference to Chaucer’s April winds, the wind tonight was more Valhalla north than balmy west. Nevertheless, our fearless adventurers stood undaunted on this chilly Wednesday evening, and set out on a smooth and flat walk around the Bobolink Trail, ostensibly to provide D’s knees some “active rest” after an adventurous mishap this past weekend.
Accompanying the intrepid explorers on the trail tonight: some stalwart joggers, a dog walker or two, and some bare trees (which we mentioned here a few weeks ago). No leaves yet.
In the fields, some cows grazing with their calves. Some horses wandered along a berm. A raven soared low across the field. To the south, the shape of the trees echoed the mountains beyond.
As we returned to the parking lot, a spectacular sunset was happening. Sadly we weren’t in much of a position to see it, with our view obstructed by the aforementioned bare trees and ubiquitous road construction.
D reports he will be out of town the next few weeks, leaving us to carry on somehow in his absence. As Chaucer wrote:
Thanne longen folk to goon on pilgrimages,
And palmeres for to seken straunge strondes,
To ferne halwes, kowthe in sondry londes.
