Trees looking like Gothic statues.

I liked the first day of spring. Because it was so unusual. Started with a mist. Then came the fog. Light. Then thick. Visibility of only a few hundred feet when I went biking. For 30 miles. It was a safe route. One I’m very familiar with. Very little traffic. Hardly anyone ventured out. Nippy temperatures. Never got above 40. Even though 50 was predicted. Everything blended. Into a pleasant scene. Bare trees that looked like Gothic statues in the fog. Waning amounts of snow. No wind. The sound of flocking geese. A father and his two sons playing catch with a baseball. –Jim Broede