i live in the west end of my city, close to the edge of the farmer's fields and at the top of a hill.
my favourite rides are mostly northeast of here, so i ride through the city and when i come out the other side, this beautiful paved trail (built on the former route of a railway line) unfolds before me.
built for railway trains, it has hardly any gradient, is generally very smooth and at the moment,
is perfumed with the scent-clouds of lilacs
and there are beautiful expanses across wild fields . . .
little spaces . . .
and a trail that just keeps on unfolding . . .