I rode past a coyote hunting rabbits, while the sun broke through black storm clouds. The coyote’s glance reminded me to live outside of the office, not online, or twittering in social networks all the time. The coyote kept running and I pedaled a bit faster.
It started to rain again and the sun was behind the clouds.
I was on the Duwamish and eventually the Green River trail. During that few seconds of eye contact, I thought of the settlements that once lined these rivers. A waterway for Native Americans, the Gold Rush, and now a lazy Bike Path passing large warehouses.
Hunt those rabbits Coyote while I ride on.