Every year, there's a moment when I realize I'm on a fall ride. It usually has nothing to do with the calendar, for--as we know--the seasons neither begin nor end on the "official" date. The Autumnal Equinox comes on the 21st of September, or some date one or two days on either side of it, but the weather may be no different from that of August--or December. Similarly, the arrival of the seasons has much to do where you are, geographically. Autumn, or any other season, is not going to arrive or manifest itself on the eastern plains of Montana on the same day, or in the same way, as along the coast of Florida.
Although we've had some cooler weather during the last couple of days, today felt like autumn for the first time. It had to do with what I saw while riding today:
Picasso had his "blue period;" today I took my Yellow Shot. Although our trees are nowhere near peak, and they're not in Vermont, they are lovely.
I took the shot in Ozone Park, on a street called Aroine Road. That road dead-ends into a place called Rocket Park. Perhaps it has something to do with the how quickly the seasons go by. (That's what you have to look forward to as you get older!)