Late this afternoon, I had to take a drive out to Midland to check on a fire call. The call didn’t turn out to be anything, but I was struck by something on the way back.
I’m certain it had to do with the combination of the music I had playing in the car — a version of my October mix, a slightly twangy, slightly melancholy Americana playlist — and the cool air blowing through the windows as I drove along the north shore of the Ohio River. As I drove by an overgrown old railroad trestle, I thought this:
I’m ready for fall.
Flickr photo: “Right turn off of Sweetman’s Lane,” by joiseyshowaa.