Something was missing from our ride out to meet the group on Sunday morning. As Keri and I rode down Plank Trail into town it was
peculiarly quiet. And then I realized it. The cicadas had stopped singing. As loud as they had been the past couple of weeks - that's how quiet it was now. We won't hear the song again for another 17 years -
hmmm, where will we be 17 years from now?
1 comment:
I really don't want to think about 17 yrs from now..
But how about beinging an Multiple IronMan and Ultrarunner within the next 2 years :)
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