Fall is in the air — yes a cliche. But so true this morning as I walked along the canal. In the air, colors, lighting, sounds and smells. Crisp, cool but not yet cold. Just enough to have walkers and cyclists wrapped in a jacket or sweat shirt. Pumpkins on porches, stripped sunflower heads with seeds littering the deck — birds and squirrels storing up for winter. Oranges, reds, yellows, and browns pushing aside the summer green, buzzing chain saws and leaf blowers, piles of firewood, leaves littering the towpath, dots of color, small specks on green algae and canal water, walnuts and a lone mock orange, even the rust on the bridge, and moss and lichen covered stone lock echoes Fall. So grateful for the time to enjoy the change.
Walked about four miles this morning.