|The ground is covered with a carpet of yellow blossoms fallen from the palo verde trees, for miles and miles|
|The light winds pushed the blossoms into rows along the path, but they covered the ground beneath the trees|
My mind was drifting when I hit a deep dip in the path. I was so relaxed and moving along so smoothly that the bike seemed to float right over it. The downhills were attacked, the uphills powered, the flats filled with long spinning. They call me mellow velo, and I think I want to keep doing this until long after the sun goes down.