This morning felt different, like winter is knocking on the door.
The leaves are falling fast, and snow has already graced the peaks last week.
This is my favorite time of year for photos. The low angled sun married with impending winter creates such drama.
Monday was my birthday, and I celebrated by a solo pedal on strand with a refreshing beverage and a brownie from the girls at work. It was a magical ride.
I love the change in the weather and the brilliant light in the evening. I also really appreciate riding my bike on trails that soon will be buried under several feet of snow. Every ride becomes precious because of that notion that any ride could be the last for the year.