Deluge

And then the rains came. The silty mud-caked bottom sides of my fenders harken to the coming winter rain season. Ah gee, whats that you say Mr. Weather Man? Its going to pour Saturday and Sunday and then let up on Monday? I think my bikes just gave me the finger. I respond with the threat that I won't wash my bike shorts for two weeks if they keep up this insolence. I take their silence as a victory.

Actually, I love the smell of fall, that tinge you get at the end of a deep breath of cool air. I don't know exactly what it is, but it always brightens the spirits. The colors too, wow, the mountain landscapes look like beautiful oil paintings.