John and I getting ready for a weekend mountainbiking. It was nice weather, cold but dry and we had a beautifull ride through the heather, the pine woods and moors from Ruinen to Norg. When we arrived in Norg the Hotel was totaly booked with skaters for the Dutch Championship. Then we had to ride another 10 Kilometers through darkness and cold rain to the next hotel.
I wrote the poem cold harvest moon after this weekend, inspired by the moon that greeted us just before arrival.
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