Pine point

I went on a bike ride after dinner through the forests along pine point. The light was illuminating the trees side ways from the West creating the ambiance of a dream.

Cool breeze pin pricks your skin passing between dancing shadow and light riding high on an old beach cruiser. Over the river and through the woods on a red carpet of pine needles under a tunnel of trees. The forest all lit up in stark contrasts. Pine boughs groan in the wind breaking sunbeams in their path and bracken ferns grope to catch the vanishing day.

Magic bicycle ride through the enchanted forest.