And then, Fall Fell.
Drove through Michigan on the way to some yearly update training, to discover it is full on autumn. Cold, misty rain, turning leaves.
A melancholy comes on me when the season turns like this, a deep blue funk that bears down on me for three or four days, and never completely releases it’s grip until the first fresh mow of spring. I’ve buried a lot of folks in fall weather, carried boxes to holes in the ground covered with papery oak leaves and browning grass. I’m reminded not so much of my own mortality but the mortality of everything.
We all are born, live, die. Many of us make a mark. Some of us make a mark worth looking at. I hope the words I leave here, the people I have had the opportunity to meet, the impression I leave on people, the things I do daily, I hope the mark I leave is a net gain, that I leave the world a better place.
You’re a good boy, Og. I’m sure someone, somewhere has been touched by your words. Could you send some of that Fall down here? Thanks.
Bright side, Og, it’s bike-wrenchin’ weather. Except for me; not having a garage, wrenching weather is when everybody else is out riding. This is sit-in-the-house-and-stare-at-the-tarps-covering-the-bikes weather.
You have and you will…
I don’t think you have any worries about that, og.
Yep, me too.
OK, other than not being able to ride in the winter, I love fall and winter. But then, I’m from the mountains of Idaho, not the upper midwest. The colors, the feel to the air, hell, the SMELL of fall just makes me happy. And the snow-covered pines are the most beautiful thing I can think of when I think of home.
Two words “Deer Season”
Mmmmmm….venison.