I see them. The gentle leaves falling to the ground, blotting out the once green neighborhoods in tones of yellow, orange and red.
Our sky’s give in to the clouds. Slowly removing the blue from our sights, and replacing it with the dreary gray that has moved in, bringing with it, the pat pat pattering of rain gently striking the ground in rapid succession.
It’s autumn in the Pacific Northwest. And while the people pack up their motorcycles, along with their lawn furniture and volley ball nets, I dust off my own, and prepare for the winter ahead.