Unique markings wrap tightly around his legs, revealing his identity.

The dusting of ice drifts lazily down to melt immediately against the hot asphalt.

Green life pokes its head out boldly above the frost.

Predetermined lines etched into metal reflect the heat of the day.

Cacophonous shrieks fill the air as the heat of competition flashes in the skies

A burst of lavender ringed with miniature blooms.

The thoughts tumble in slow-motion in the wooly head.

The centuries wear down the once-jagged rocks of youth.

Its armaments bristle as a warning to those who wish to disturb it.

There are two roads, only one correct.