The air had been washed so clear you had to squint your eyes to see against the angle of the sun. We had the state park all to ourselves except for a young romantic couple out by the lighthouse on the point. The prior night's heavy rain had flooded the coastal area and we had to bike around small ponds, and little rivers of mud and leftover rain, and washed up sand and drifts of pine needles across the trails along the marsh grass and by the shore. With my camera in hand I found beautiful bronze, copper, and golden remnants of the summer glittering in the sun.
One is only given a handful of jeweled days like this and my chest cold had at long last reached its wane so that I could enjoy the day fully.
OK, guess I am ready for winter. (As always clicking on photos gets a better view.)