Conflicted About the Weather
For my whole life, I really haven't enjoyed autumn. I know that I've mentioned this before, here on the blog. I always just see the onset of Winter, the death of Summer. Give me Spring, any time.
That said, I have really been enjoying the Fall weather, this last little bit. The mornings are crisp, and I leave the house over an hour before the sun peeks up over the eastern plains, washing the mountains with pink, then gold.
I roll through cool, moist air, getting chilled by the water-cooled air as I cross Cherry Creek and then open up my shirt on the climb up to Alameda. Foxes cross the road, in a hurry to go forward, but looking over their shoulders at me as they run.
In the afternoons, the sun warms me when I stop at intersections, but I am cool, almost chilly, as I roll. I've even been enjoying afternoon tailwinds, a sign of cool winter air moving down from Canada.
But, the grass is still green, and the trees still have leaves. The sky is that particular blue that you only see as the sun is moving a bit south, but hasn't quite gotten as low on the horizon as it does during the cold bleak of Winter. Even though I know that Winter is coming, I can't mourn the passing of Summer as long as the weather is so accommodating.