"Foothills Biker", acryllic, by Don Gray

This morning I was up early, as usual, and took a 30-minute ride up and down the hills near my house. The morning was serene and fairly silent, with only the singing of the birds to accompany my steady pedaling. I pumped hard up the gradual hills, and enjoyed the feeling of coasting back down to the bottom, where I turned and started up again. The town seemed deserted. Only a few early cars came quietly along the roads, and I saw not a single pedestrian. It was a good morning to be peacefully out on the streets, breathing deeply and enjoying the coolness of the air as my bike moved along.