Winter rides are special. The trails are (mostly) still frozen, fast, with great traction. Brilliant blue sky. Trees in the open fields cast silver frost shadows on the grass. The air is crisp and cool and I am comfortable in shorts with a couple of light layers on top. When I stopped to take this picture, I could hear a cacophony of water droplets falling from the trees (frost melting).
Sometimes that's how it is. Spiritual. Peaceful. Sublime.
"Cycling is like church-many attend but few understand" -- Jim Burlant