8 miles from home
Their shells reflected gleams of sunshine, and they gathered in clusters in the river. Nearby, two swans waddled and some Canadian geese honked. The silhouettes of the shells looked like mussel shells, husked and winged. Veering closer, I saw they weren't mussel shells at all, but an enclave of tiny turtles basking in the sun. I wished I had stopped to take a picture, but I liked the way the wind felt on my face as I sped down the road.