Contrast Adventures

A ZEB suspension fork in the snow,
A place where I’m not supposed to go.
Adventure in last winter’s cold,
A stark contrast to yesterday’s 103 degrees, so bold.

The thrill of the unknown,
As I ventured out alone.
The snow crunched beneath my feet,
A far cry from yesterday’s scorching heat.

The chill of last winter’s air,
As I explored without a care.
The beauty of the snow-covered land,
A stark contrast to yesterday’s burning gravel.

So there I stood, in the snow,
In a place where I wasn’t supposed to go.
Embracing the adventure and the cold,
As I left behind yesterday’s heat, so bold.