It was such a nice day that I decided to take a bike ride to the Assinnaboine forest here in Winnipeg. In there I came across a bike path that I must have missed in my regular travels. Going through there, the only sound I heard was the rustling of dry leaves in the wind, my tires crunching on the laid down mulch and dried twigs. It was a sound I basked in, enjoying it while i can before returning to the daily man made sounds of the concrete jungle we live in.
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