A goodbye of sorts
to a season.
RAIN like a dream remembered.
Legs rebounding from the Hilly.
We return to rolling landscape
on a near-perfect autumn day.
Riding beside Metamora’s canal
and under Oldenburg’s spires.
Racing down into St. Marys
and laboring up the other side.
Except today it isn’t that hard.
Only late in the ride do the climbs wear on us,
garments we tire of,
and with a word
we back off the pace
and ease up the hill.
Enjoying the remainder of the ride,
the rest of the day,
the last of the season.
Returning to Metamora
on a smooth road
and a downhill slope.
We let our legs dangle
and our bikes fly.
Saying goodbye.
45.54 miles — Fayette County
