Slow Sunday Scenes from the Village: Autumn Rain

"...I left some bread on the window sill

The whisky jacks and whippoorwills

Abreast and feathers trembling

Don't you know the winter takes a toll

And everyday I'm preparing for the cold...

The tapping on the window pain

It's only autumn rain...

And as another honest year goes by I look around and nothing's changed

I don't know why

The weather's strange

Memories locked in picture frames

Troubled youth and carelessness

The spell uncast, the morning kiss

The final break, the starting block

The garbage littered parking lots

The tapping on the window pane

It's only autumn rain

Tell the bird outside my window calling

It's only autumn rain falling."

(Grant Alan Davidson)

With all its booming and flashing lights, the storm did its worst last night, leaving the morning with a mild, grey, damp hang-over - nothing that would keep the bikes, or the riders, indoors. Farmers' market, a little coffee and donuts, maybe some shopping, listening to music, a short morning ride to stretch the legs, pump some blood, walk the dog, or just get outside. Another fine Sunday morning in Claremont Village.