Smells like it, looks like it, must be: the early signs of fall

Cruising around Ringwood a week or so ago I came across the first crimson leaf cluster of an impending autumn. It was an exquisite patch of red glow hovering somewhere between summer foliage and post-rain soil. The contrast alone was flooring. Since then, leaves seem to have been morphing into the golden children they are, and taking their destined paths to forest floors everywhere. This Wednesday's ride at Jungle Habitat was soon enough drenched in the honey of an early September sun preparing to awaken some other part of the world; the lighting and the leaves, not to mention the company, were magnificent to say the least.