Falling in love

This is the best time of year to be a commuting cyclist in Chicago.

The vivid colors of turning leaves on my neighborhood streets stir almost instinctual feelings of change.

Post marathon, the throngs of runners are gone. The weather is cooling off. The wannabes have put their bikes away and are driving again. The path is once again ours.

That cool north wind pushes you and the dry fall air keeps you almost sweat-free.

Fall.