Winter ducks circled

Winter ducks circled the sky and landed, honking, behind me. I straddled the folding bike, breathing heavy, and looked west. I put my bright red cold hand into my warm coat pocket and took out my phone. The sun was behind the mountain that is behind the bridge I took to get here. Chill breezes rustled the chaff in front of me. I listened and imagined how it would feel to be more bundled up and rolling around on that rough carpet. I took the picture, then put the phone back in the pocket, then put myself back on the bike, and rode away.