Autumn has begun. The humidity has dropped. The leaves are slowly changing. The beach-goers have packed up and gone home.
Stores are closing until Spring. Kids are going back to school, away to college. The blackberries are done, the smell of Concord grapes is in the air. The wind has started.
It's really quiet. Dead quiet.
Elsewhere, people are prepping for the leaf peepers. Winter is around the corner. A grey time of year. Grey homes against grey skies.
A time to reminisce about cold, dry mornings. About looking out the window to a fresh blanket of snow against a blue bird sky. Snow on leaves. Snow on trees. Snow covering that pick-up truck. Stacking the firewood. Getting excited about another day on the mountain. Riding alone. Riding with friends. Riding with people you're afraid you'll never hear from again. Taking risks. Feeling good.
This winter, I'm going to get back out there. I'm going to get frostbite and a goggle tan. I'll probably re-break that tailbone for the forth time, and I'll love it. My little girl will look back on winters fondly. She'll look forward to them. She'll remember white on blue, not grey on grey.
Autumn is not the end of summer, but the beginning of winter. Winter is not a time to hibernate on an island, but a time for excitement and fun.
Ava and her "children". Excited for winter.