I t felt different on the way to work this morning - fresher - I think the word would be.
I suppose riding along on your bike every morning atunes you to these very slight changes , and you can almost smell the beginning of the end of summer in the air through the rich almost alcoholic aromas of hay and berries .
The lower part of the cycle track never ever seems to be particularly warm , and I’m never really sure why , more so in the colder months , and the chill seems to have returned this morning.
I call this particular place – austerity - which seems to fit it well in my mind , and it is in this area as some of you may already know , I’ve smelt roses in the middle of winter and heard phantom horse hooves , amongst other things .
There’s absolutely no feeling of dread , just mysteriousness and sometimes it feels wonderful , and other times as if I’ve just missed something :) , and I’m glad I’m not of a nervous disposition , because it can get extremely dark and lonely along the track in mid winter .
There’s a bench at the top of the hill , just beyond this place and I may just take a while to sit on it , and see what comes in to my head as I watch the sun rise……….who knows we may have another- The Way Ahead - in mind :)
