Ride around the block and you soon find yourself retracing your journey.
Not exactly, of course: a single-track vehicle cannot help but make two tracks in the snow, the track of the rear tire crossing and recrossing the track of the front as the bicycle leans slightly to the left and then to the right.
As you circle, two tracks become four, become six, become eight.
And the road you pedal alone grows crowded with previous selves.
You’re reminded that Whitman contained multitudes. And here you are, alone, generating multitudes of your own, just like Whitman: without fear of contradiction.
The same as you did last winter and the winters before that.
Let it snow? Maybe not. But if snow there be, you might as well make the most of it.
All together now.
Sam good to hear from you after a long absence. Enjoy the snow on the treads.