Took the GT out to Depot Park on the Minuteman on a gray, cool, damp, mid-afternoon ride.
The ride to Depot Park reminds me of just how pleasing some of the outer segments of the Minuteman can be.
Here and there, the maples were beginning to turn, and I was beginning to forgive them for it.
Lots of water, flowing where it could, then standing to await further instructions. May none of it stand where it isn't wanted.
Is a vernal pool that's made it this far into the calendar properly called an autumnal pool?
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