A quick trip out to get my flu shot and a haircut--the wild reflection in the morning mirror was beginning to startle me.
Driving on a clear fall day, with the leaves nearing peak color, is pretty much a religious experience for me.
Lots of yellows and golds but not a lot of red. Sometimes it comes on quite late.
Driving under these back-lit yellow leaves almost takes my breath away.
As I've said before, it's all the sweeter for being such a fleeting time.
Not unlike old age.