Cornfields still stand, a reminder there’s more to do.
We pass them in the cold, in the wind, in the sleet, finishing our year. Not fast. Not comfortable. Just turning pedals, accumulating miles with an eye to the calendar.
The countryside is open now. The earth yarns, stretching out, fields in brown and white, as if everything might soon fade to sepia tones. It’s too early in winter to wish for other colors. We take what we have and are grateful for a day as dull as the weathered cornstalks we pass. We are even thankful to put a steady breeze in our face.
Even so, we are eager to head home.
15.01 miles — Henry County
