Well said shootingstar. I was thinking along the same lines on Thursday, I was able to commute in to work and it was a perfect crisp morning and the sun was just coming up over the lake I ride by... and just turned the whole lake into a pool of molten gold. Wow. To me this time of year brings to mind Robert Frost poems, and the one "nothing gold can stay" ran through my mind as I rode in.

The NEXT morning commute was't quite so poetic though, it was foggy, and I thought it was only fog, but as I got going I realized it was a very fine misty rain. So I got to work a little on the damp side and my hair...well, we won't go there. I'm glad I had a barrette with me though.