Start to Fall

It’s 40 Degrees in Vacaville and I’m trying to convince myself to go running by Alamo Creek. I suppose I can toss on a sweater on the trail. Maybe.

Orange and Red

“Autumn, the year’s last, loveliest smile” by William Cullen Bryant

It’s quite lovely to run on the trail at this time of year. I liked watching the autumn leaves fall. My little jogs are a nice time to enjoy my iPod music. It’s also a good time to think. I like having my crazy tangents rattle around inside my head as my feet hit the pavement. It’s like listening to a wild jazz solo with my running shoes providing a beat and base rhythm.