Fall arrived weeks ago, so when you find yourself riding without having to pile on layers of leather you take full advantage of those days knowing they are becoming more numbered.

I remember a few weeks ago, after the first blast of cold came in a full week of frigid rain, I headed out to see where the day would take me. In that case it lead me to a favorite place for seafood to dive into a sweet and salty pound of crab legs and a cold one. As the old bay and melted butter flew, leaving my spot at the bar looking like the aftermath of a Gallagher show, I realized how special those days are the rarer they get.

Activities that are commonplace or even taken for granted in the middle of summer are treasured second by second when there’s more wait time on colder days in between. The sun is more tangible on your skin, the air is sweeter, and simple pleasures turn decadent.

A surprising high in the mid-seventies earlier this afternoon brought another glimpse back at summer even as the changing leaves have reached their peak of colors and my route included a stop at my polling place to vote on an election day.

I hope everyone eligible to vote today got out to do just that, no matter what form of preferred transportation!