Dark, stormy and ominous clouds rolled into Golden late last night. We were abruptly woken up by an unforgettable lightening show and the wild hammering of rain – puddles were seeping out from every nook and cranny of our old apartment windows (they’re a bit rickety and apparently, leaky). The sight of such a storm and the fresh smell of earth, flowers and crisp air tickled my senses. I quickly fell back to sleep dreaming of vibrant fall leaves and pumpkins.
My bike ride to work this morning also brought on a flood of fall memories: pumpkin-almond lattes, cinnamon-banana cookies, brisk morning trail runs and perfect climbing temperatures.
Truth be told, I am a sucker for fall.