Today, the cold had brought a solid crust on the top of the snow.
The bike path was freshly plowed and there were rivulets frozen into ruts beneath the snow.
I was riding downwind, the chill was no problem despite the single digits.
A squirrel burst from a bush beside me, exploded into a gallop.
He was desperate,
He rushed across snow crust as if on a track.
Surging ahead, he bolted up a tree near the trail,
and stared me square in the eye as I passed.