Bow Bridge

The singer by the lake remarked "When I left my apartment this morning it was summer." A child passing by looked up and said, "Look Mommy, it's raining leaves." The weather had taken an unexpected turn. I think the leaves might change colour suddenly.

Last night there was good music under the lit arch, today by the lake, were brilliant renditions of all my favourite folk songs. There is good music now too. The genre would change by the hour.

Looped the Central park loop 5 times before heading back downtown. I enjoyed the climb at the North, but not the crowds and horse excreta in the south. I'll do this more often now as long as the weather is in agreement.