I used to hate Fall. It was a symbol of decline, of coldness and the impending dead of Winter. Today I climbed a mountain on my bicycle. It was steep and not an easy climb and I was not the first or the oldest one to make it to top.
But, when he was my age my dad had arthritis and had a hard time walking. He could hardly climb the steps to get into the cab of a locomotive (he was a train engineer.) Eight years later he was gone. Today I climbed a mountain on my bicycle. What a great way to celebrate the end of summer. What a great way to celebrate the arrival of Fall. Pretty good for a guy my age.