The temperature was 59 degrees F this morning at 6:45, and the sky was cloudy, though the texture and shapes of clouds were visible.
It had rained early this morning, a very welcome though small rain in a very dry late summer and now early fall.
There were small puddles along Race Street, along with apples near the very prolific tree across from the high school soccer field.
It would be a short ride this morning; no matter, the important thing was to be moving outside, witnessing the first “turning” leaves, which have started appearing in the past few days.
The little prairie planting was moving toward the neutral colors of the end if the season, but it still was possible to get colorful close-ups. Still, most of the plants had fallen over and were lying at casual and various angles, not standing on ceremony, as it were.
Alas, the rides for miles don’t seem to have been happening, but each breath on Rhododendron gives me life-sustaining contact with the world and a window on the way
it changes. It’s good to do it while I can.