It was a nice day, so I de-chaired and went for a ride. Look what I found. A hill! There is almost no natural relief in this pancake city. Richmond children swarm onto hills, laughing like tiny maniacs. For flatlanders, even modest, man-made hills are magical. I glide down the far side. Weee!
An ash-leaf carpet rises.
And look! Northwestern Crows are leaf-flipping, searching for what I'm not sure. They are usually suspicious and quick to flee, but whatever they were seeking was so compelling that they ignored me as I rode on by.