A light rain was falling, the wind was out of the east, and the bite for the last few days had been slow. It was late October, and 25-knot gusts were forecast for that night. Did I really want to drag my tired bones off the couch and out into that mess?
Fall is as fleeting as the vestiges of my youth. I knew that in another month, I’d miss all of it — the cold drizzle, the gusty night winds, the fingerless
