When I was less enlightened, I called it “Indian Summer.” That’s how most people in America referred to a series of unseasonably warm days in the Fall. I don’t know what to call it now. “Another sign of climate change,” as accurate as it may be, isn’t quite as catchy as “Indian Summer.”
Whatever one calls it, we had a dose of it on Friday, Saturday and Sunday morning. The temperature reached 26C (79F). But we also caught the tail end of Hurricane Nicole. She strafed us with wind and dumped a lot of rain. One downpour woke up Marlee, who woke me to a view of…a cascade of rain. It was so thick I couldn’t see beyond my window!
But, a couple of hours after eating my bagel with Saint Andre cheese, the rain stopped. I took Tosca, my Mercian fixed gear bike for a spin with no particular destination in mind.
After wandering along the North Shore of Queens and Nassau County, I stopped in Fort Totten. Although I brought my lights, I didn’t want to ride in the dark. So I knew I’d be headed home when I saw this:
The days definitely are getting shorter. The season is changing. So is the climate.
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