A wind from the north shouldering its way around corners and through trees still laden with leaves, but bringing cool air clear as bells, and blowing away the pollution still lingering from Trump’s performance at last night’s “debate.”

Great fun bike riding along trails, with the wind at my back, wheels crushing through windrows of the early deciduous.

Eating close to home tonight with local tomato soup, chicken, potatoes, and chard (though I’m not sure the chard is really edible).