I wasn't the only one out and about. Neighbors were picking up their mail, stretching their legs, walking their dogs.
A bevy of bikers zoomed past, the usual Tuesday evening crowd. Except that nothing is usual anymore. I didn't see them for a year, so spotting them again, watching them fly past (I could barely wrestle my phone from my back pocket in time to catch them) was the cherry on the sundae that was yesterday's stroll.
As I walked back to the house, the trees were lit up like a Bierstadt painting.
