Motion and Refection

As I sit and reminisce of my late afternoon jaunt into the woods; I reflect on the flash of the slowly fading shades of green as summer starts its timely sweep into the twilight of days gone by.  Where I ride is now starting to become a shattered remnant of its former glory.  Trail maintenance wanes, gravel builds in the bottoms of every turn and berm.  Thanks to Irene many trails have smatterings of chainsaw dust from limbs and felled trees.  As time passes it makes me regret not being out there more; but onward to Fall, my favorite time of year.  As Fall quickly approaches, I cannot wait for the autumnal fireworks of my beloved state.  Flares of red, gold, orange, and dusky browns make me long for the days of my former youth where I frequented the woods with a zeal for the air and not a care in the world feel.  As time goes by one needs to reflect on what it is like to live in the moment again and strive for that wholeness of feeling again.  I cannot wait for my next escape; where I can let the moments wash over me and overwhelm me with the sounds, smells, sounds, and the taste of the cooling air and gliding leaves that make their home on the forest floor to make a soft, though somewhat treacherous carpet to traverse.  I leave you with the ruminations of the changing of the season.