A City at My Feet
Krch krch krch. The dry grass folded under my feet as I walked along the mountain bike trail. It wound its way lazily up the hill, around the few trees that dotted the landscape, and finally ended where a railroad tie lay embedded in the hilltop. There were shorter paths up the hill, but I was fine with a longer walk if it meant less steep of an incline. It was a nice night anyhow, cool enough for pants and…