The days are getting shorter, the leaves are starting to turn from green to golden honey and as the sun starts to hang out more in the southern hemisphere it makes for some chilly mornings.
It has been in the mid 40’s when I take off on my commute around 6:45 am. I have been forced to bring out the layers: arm warmers, knee warmers and a thin skull cap to keep my ears nice and toasty.
When the sun peeks up over the eastern horizon 20 - 30 minutes later and starts warming things up I start peeling off the layers as needed.
Pretty soon I’ll need to start attaching the lights and making my way home in the dark. Luckily my commute route is 90% on trail systems keeping me safely away from people in their CO2 emitting hunks of glass and metal.
Also, as the sun makes its way further south it is causing some major glare in the mornings.
I would rather be on a bike trail then on C470 with thousands of cars slowly moving forward, their drivers squinting in the bright light hoping to not rear end the car in front.
I like this time of year. It never gets too hot and you can stay comfy with a few light layers of polyester and spandex. The thing I’ve noticed living in Colorado is this time of mild seasonal change does not last for long. Pretty soon mother nature will flip a switch and all the leaves will drop instantly, the morning temps will be in the 30’s and snow flurries will seem to erupt out of nowhere.
And that’s OK because that’s life in the Rocky Mountains.
I would have it no other way.
I could not imagine living in a region without seasonal change. I can't stand humidity or being in a place so flat its impossible to get a sense of direction. Living in Denver, if you want to know where west is, just look towards the foothills and the Rocky Mountains beyond. It's like having a built in compass.
The mountains are my church, they are grounding.
I'm on my way to Phoenix now to produce a new round of television commercials for Vongo.com
It's going to be 97 degrees and it's going to be flat. It will be good to get home.
