in the morning the crackle of leaves
under bike tires, sun shining through
the few remaining leaves, jacket
stashed in the rear basket.
in the afternoon, heavy grey
clouds laden with rain falling
on my helmet, cold wind cutting
through my jacket on me,
no longer in the basket, no sunshine,
later, snow falling gently on
wet sidewalks and streets.
winter has finally arrived.
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