We walk on Tuesday and Thursday mornings at about 6:45, not incredibly early, really, but in this week before DST ends, it feels that way. This morning when we started out, it was 51 degrees, That's in contrast to this time yesterday morning when it was 22, and I decided NOT to ride my bike to yoga. Tomorrow's high will be in the 30s, and we have a storm coming that will measure the snow in a few inches. Rocky Mountain fall isn't usually this unstable.
This morning, with heavy clouds patchworking the sky, the sunrise both to the east and the west was spectacularly orange-shaded--brilliantly lighting up the east and reflecting off the Flatirons to the west as well as one tall building made of glass--can't figure out where that building is actually.
I'm really a kind of begrudging morning walker, but we only do about a mile and a half, and once I'm out, I'm filled with a spirit of well-being, energy.
Now the sky is a dull grey, leaves almost gone from the trees (thanks to the winds of week), the Flatirons having receded into the shadows.
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