Some time between 4:30 and 5:00 AM, out on the road in the falling snow, the car headlights illuminate the tracks of a bicycle.
The thin, waving line is fresh, maybe fifteen minutes old, tops. There are no footsteps next to the track, so the person rode the bicycle in the softly falling snow.
Several miles down the road, the tracks are still there.
The rider negotiated two steep inclines, went downhill, then tackled the next rise.
Monday through Friday.
Someone in these hills is riding their bicycle to work in the middle of winter.
There must be a story there.
Chances are, it is not a very happy one.
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