Some years it's obvious what brings the leaves down--a hard rain, or sleet, or snain, or snow. Or maybe a day of wind. Not so this season--we woke Tuesday morning to crisp, clear, still skies. And the flutter of cottonwood leaves coming down by the thousands, catching, reflecting, refracting the low angle sun as they fell.
It's not like I needed a reason to embrace the season more than I already have been: I can't recall the last day I took 'off' of being out in it.
But knowing that we're winding down into winter by the minute, I got out for a short ride that afternoon too. If only to inhale some leaf-smoke-infused autumn air.