“Let me tell you why you are here. You’re here to be salt-seasoning that brings out the God-flavors of this earth.”
Today is what I’d classify as a quintessential autumn day for the Northeast. “Wait a second,” you may be saying, “Don’t you mean the Northwest?” Nope!
Today reminds me of Massachusetts in the early fall: We got up and it was chilly, but clear. Fog came in for a little bit, and then the sun came out and temperature started rising, although with the warmth came some wind. All the leaves, just starting to change color, are rustling; the Olympics and Cascades loom blue and distant; some high clouds will make for a gorgeous sunset.
I miss Massachusetts the most this time of year. It’s so beautiful there; the weather tends to be sunny and crisp, and the foliage really does justify that New England reputation. Out here, we’re cherishing every non-rainy day, knowing that soon the dark and rain will move in, seeming permanently. We’ll lose our sunglasses and forget what it’s like to walk outside in anything other than GoreTex.
As for me, what else would I do on a nice Fall day than go for a very nice 50-mile bike ride with a couple buddies?
We took our time and didn’t kill ourselves, but managed to hit a hill here and there. It was nice. And handily one of the buddies has some specialized knowledge that may help with my NaNoWriMo novel. Bwahaha.