Today is the last day of summer. Tomorrow is the first day of fall. How time flies.
Tonight, while riding, it seemed to get dark earlier than my awareness remembers. Now that it's dark, it feels especially cold.
Fall is always bittersweet to me. The changing leaves signal death and change.
I miss real seasons. Fall colors, falling leaves.
Speaking of colors, why is it called "feeling blue" when one is feeling down? I'd much rather be feeling purple. But blue it is.