Leaves are down. Days are short. Temps are chilly when not in direct sunlight.
Which means winter is here, right?
It just hasn't quite happened yet--and NO ONE here is complaining. If we wanted a real, long winter, we wouldn't be here in the first place.
Still, the sense of an impending change looms over us, increasing in weight by the day. High pressure gave way to clouds, breezes, and gray this evening. Weathermen say we're in for it. Will we wake to snow?
Honestly, I hope so. We've been teetering on the brink for so many weeks now I've lost count. When the weather is *this good* for that long, and each ride might be your last for the season, you (if you're me) tend to create every opportunity to get a "last ride" in. I've ridden something like 30 of the last 33 days, and I. AM. Fried. Waking to snow would be a good enough reason to finally take a day off.
Maybe even do some laundry, buy some groceries, take a nap...
Here's how we've been enjoying the lingering fall.