I must be really photosensitive or something. I seem to sense the movements of the seasons, the mood of a moment and much else through changes in the light that surrounds them.
We are deep into the middle of autumn now. Today, during my ride to Point Lookout, I could feel a turn within the season as the sky became a prism that refracted the hues of the earth into glacial shades.
About 15 km (10 mi) into my 105 km (65 mile) ride, I encountered this just before I entered the Addobo Bridge:
Even the evergreens and meadow grasses next to Jamaica Bay seem to be saying that summer is long, long past, and there is no going back, not for a long time. However, by the time I got to Point Lookout, the season had indeed turned:
If this doesn't foretell the coming of winter, I don't know what does.
We are deep into the middle of autumn now. Today, during my ride to Point Lookout, I could feel a turn within the season as the sky became a prism that refracted the hues of the earth into glacial shades.
About 15 km (10 mi) into my 105 km (65 mile) ride, I encountered this just before I entered the Addobo Bridge:
Even the evergreens and meadow grasses next to Jamaica Bay seem to be saying that summer is long, long past, and there is no going back, not for a long time. However, by the time I got to Point Lookout, the season had indeed turned:
If this doesn't foretell the coming of winter, I don't know what does.
