Octubre

My bare knees were cold today. I pulled out my leather boots and contemplated putting my flats back in their boxes. The trucks sit in the field parked after dark waiting for their promised harvest. I pulled my car in the garage in front of the bike I didn’t ride all summer. 

It’s finally happening. 

That last stretch of the year. It’s dark and crisp and the short days offer me possibilities I can’t quite name. 

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