The wind is changing, it has the feel of fall today, rather than the relentless hot drafts of summer. It is a playful wind, today, leaping about in swirls and eddies, sometimes behind you pushing with gusto, sometimes in your face bringing you the scents of the day, sometimes just looping around aimlessly batting its airy eyelashes, flirting with the leaves it carries. It is a wind that whispers of cooler nights, of warm afternoons and hot apple cider and indian summer. It is the wind I associate with cross country running, with cyclocross, with apple picking and walks through gray landscapes. This is a wind that refreshes my soul and excites my imagination. But it is also a wind with layers to its personality, for under its playful, energetic side, there is a bite, a sting, reminding you that winter is coming, and its moods will change once more. It is a wind of change, and it means that it is time to put the knobby tires back on my cross bike.
Amesbury. Cupcakes. All day. Look for me near the start/finish area, and expect to fight for a holeshot cupcake.