Planes and Buffalo

Today I am grateful for a nice bike ride last evening and the energy to move in the right direction.

That tough stretch of trail I blogged about yesterday offered some bonuses. As we ran near the airport, we got to see one plane take off nearby and another come in for a landing right over us. I didn't grow up anywhere near an airport, and I flew for the first time at age 30. Planes and airports still impress me. 

Before we made it out to the airport, we went past some grazing buffalo just off the trail at the Great Plains Zoo. Not an everyday sighting either.  

Planes and plains buffalo. Those were just a couple things I noticed as we covered one mile at a time.  

What will I notice today, one moment at a time?