Sunday morning. The weather is not promising anything good. Dark clouds are all around. It's been raining the whole night and streets are soaked with mud.
Instead of taking the risk to go out for my usual MTB ride, I opt to make a run in the open fields. Wheat is already yellow as gold, the air is fresh and running is a pleasure ... if it wasn't for the approaching storm.
Passing by an "island" of poplars among corn and wheat fields, I feel the first heavy drops falling down. Within a minute my interval trainer will blow the whistle again. So I stop for few seconds, knee down on my legs and take a snapshot at ant's eye level before running for shelter.
Instead of taking the risk to go out for my usual MTB ride, I opt to make a run in the open fields. Wheat is already yellow as gold, the air is fresh and running is a pleasure ... if it wasn't for the approaching storm.
Passing by an "island" of poplars among corn and wheat fields, I feel the first heavy drops falling down. Within a minute my interval trainer will blow the whistle again. So I stop for few seconds, knee down on my legs and take a snapshot at ant's eye level before running for shelter.
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