Thursday, October 2, 2008
The days are 'drawing in' as my mom used to say; slower to come in the morning, and night chases day into dusk a little earlier every day. I talked with some students last weekend about this time of year, and one young woman said, "It's beautiful, but why is it so sad?"
I'm not sure. Persephone has returned to the Underworld and winter will surely come. On a more mundane note, utility bills be higher than ever. And our afternoon ride is a mad dash for the last shreds of daylight.
Yesterday we encountered this strangely grumpy photographer dude who just stood and stared at us belligerently while I tried to get the above picture of the creek running high with rain.
He looked like Father Time himself, all grey and wrinkly and with an attitude.
Hope your autumn rides are going well and Father Time isn't chasing you too hard these days!