Back on track?! The haiku describes my commute. The river trail was wreathed in foggy mist. The yellow eyes were either feral cats or raccoons in the woodline, shining in the glare of my helmet light. It was like being in a Scooby Doo cartoon - all you saw was the eyes in the grass. My roadbike died yesterday, so I was back on the mtb, hence the humming tires...