A path through the forest

In 2020 at this time, it was snowing in Turin. One morning I took my bike, put on the thickest bike clothes I had and rode into the hills.

I was cycling in the woods, satisfied and tired as only cycling in the woods can be. There was only snow around: it felt like being in one of the landscapes from when I was a child, when the snow was quieter than it is now. It's not nostalgia: it's just that I like it when I happen to be in one of those landscapes there again.

As I pedal, a couple of guys come out of the woods, also on bicycles: one of them was wearing short trousers.