Fall On the Western Greenway

As Fall descends on the Western Greenway, my singletrack commute home starts to take a little longer.

Maybe it has to do with the slippery leaves on the trail.

I'm guessing it has more to do with losing my breath.

Even the abandoned parking lot is decorated with Fall's brush.

Some flowers arrive just in time to see the show.

Oranges, yellows and reds aren't the only colors on the palette.

The sun sets a little earlier, but that isn't all bad.