A typical walk first thing in the morning after I get home from night shift. Not yet seven o'clock but already starting to feel he heat, humidity and mosquitoes as there wasn't a whisper of a breeze.
Reflections in the pools left behind by the previous day's thunderstorms, typical summer weather.
An unaware Rusty quickly pulled off into the bushes for the man pedaling hard with his bottom in the air.
An uncouth type playing loud music and emanating grim determination. The second guy along in spandex was much less hard core, cycling hard but with a pleasant good morning to the imbecile and his dog.