This weekend is the first of Fall. Leaves have not yet begun to change their colors, and the air does not brace one's skin. Still, there are some unmistakable signs the season is changing: Sunlight flickers rather than glares against the surface of a sea still nearly as warm as the air on the beaches and boardwalk, which were nearly as deserted as they'd be on a winter's day.
A couple of guys took to the water on Point Lookout, the destination of my day's ride. So did a few boats.
Amid the sorrow and chaos of the past few months, today's ride gave me moments to reflect. Riding itself has rarely felt so good. I could hardly ask for more.
