There is something about October that is magical. Maybe it is the changing colours of the maples or the invigorating touch of the crisp cool air on my skin that makes it stand apart from the other eleven months. My favourite part is being able to see further into an expanding forest as the grasses die back, exposing the forest inhabitants.
With only 31 days to enjoy this performance, I don't want to miss a day riding to work. Even if it means being five minutes late or bracing myself against an unexpected rain. I don't want to miss a chance to see asters or a deer, or a migrating goose. Lately I find myself happily swerving back and forth on empty roads as a way of applauding or showing thanks for the season. So before it's gone, grab your bike, get out there and go slow. The magic won't catch you if you go too fast.
“The magic of autumn has seized the countryside; now that the sun isn't ripening anything it shines for the sake of the golden age; for the sake of Eden; to please the moon for all I know.”
