Oh, the glory of riding in autumn, the cooler air and warm sunshine along with the cadence of pedaling and breathing falling together like the season’s leaves on the breeze, placing me in a blissful state. Three hours on uncrowded Tuesday’s trails was soulifying.
On a wooded hill there is a rock garden. For the second time in eight years, I cleaned it. Witnesses? The birds, the trees, the lizards and the bee’s knees. My ear-to-ear smile was testimony.
At the bottom of Redtail, there on a stump sat a father with his infant daughter on his lap. They were having an outing, he feeding her on their rest break. A backpack/child carrier sat on the ground.
“Are you having a good day?”
She stared and I know I saw a smile.
And I was reminded to never, ever give up hope. Whoa to the naysayers and the cynics. A baby girl in the forest on Daddy’s knees was proof to me that a better world was one to foresee.
Get on it, stand and pedal. Go. Round and round the forest floor, meadows and lagoons and the chance sighting of a bobcat, maybe?
Not.
Down low, colors are changing. Up high, a color change is nigh. It will come.
Seasons of the northern hemisphere through time and space, is a gift offered. Pick it up and open it, especially the autumnal ones.
They’re magical!
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