Snow makes me smile all the time. But never in my wildest dreams did I imagine that one day it would smile back.
On my commuting route there is a stretch of flat road that follows the river. For some reason or another, the majority of the exciting experiences I have while commuting happen on this section of road. (Personally, I think it is because the river is magical.)
Monday afternoon I was biking calmly toward home, wrapped up in my own little world when I came to this stretch of road.
Suddenly, I realized that today I was not the only one hanging out of the shoulder of the road.
There were hundreds of smiley faces inhabiting the asphalt. Salt from the plow trucks combined with the weather conditions had created an entire community of smiling snow patches.
Not every face was a perfect representative of the classic smiley face, but the vast majority had an uncanny likeness.
I couldn’t contain my own smile for the next mile of my commute. How could I? There were little faces peering up and grinning right at me!
The next time someone asks me why I bike through the winter, I will just tell them,
“If I didn’t bike, I would miss out on the smiley faces!”