Evening ride on the Minuteman before dinner, 10 miles, cool and calm. Bright clouds to the North and East, clear at zenith, with Orion, Jupiter, Aldebaran, and the lesser lights of the Pleiades on display, late Winter sky. The thaw proceeds, making room for the next snow, the bare patches smelling of the rot that generates Spring.
There's a spot in Arlington where the Minuteman runs alongside Summer Street, and the branches of a little stand of bare trees under a street light look like smoke.
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