The other morning, I couldn't get back to sleep. So I went for an early before-work ride.
That's when I learned it's really Fall:
In other parts of my neighborhood, burgundy and orange leaves blaze against a crisply blue autumn sky. But in the hour before dawn, nothing could have been more dramatic than those yellow leaves.
Of course, those aren't the only colors I've seen on recent rides. Last week, I encountered this mural on 40th Avenue by the tracks, in a corner of Long Island City I don't often see:
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And there was this, just after the seemingly-endless rains we had last weekend:
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Wherever I ride in the Fall, I see colors, everywhere!
