OK, to add to the 'special' effects of the story, here are some pictures for you to picture where this is all happening. I know it's supposed to be winter where they are, but just use your imagination.
...as he took a soft turn and rolled onto a bike path that led into the green.
We rocked a little as we rode over some bumps on the road, but still managed to
keep on going.
We were speeding quickly in a tunnel made out of trees, bushes and shrubs...
Though there were no leaves, the branches that stretched like countless arms
from the trunk offered some sort of shelter. The surrounding area was full of
giant oaks, each stretching tens of metres into the sky, and each had their
countless arms outstretched embracing the open space...
We circled and jumped around the great big old oak tree, as if we were
performing some kind of ritual dance...
...a little creek, one that was usually tranquil and a smooth mirror.
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