On Saturday, I got on my bicycle for my first long ride since Amy and I rode from Boston to New York with a lot of wonderful people. It was a beautiful warm day; a lot of leaves had fallen, but many more still clung to the trees. It seemed that orange and yellow and reds were everywhere around me.
I rode past the Connecticut river, where the water reflected the clear blue sky.
Almost home (mile 49, and my legs were complaining!) I found this welcome excuse to stop -- a beautiful still pond reflecting the late autumn color.
It rained last night, and today many of the leaves had fallen to the ground. I love the seasons in part because they end -- you have to catch them while you can, and then wait for next year ...
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