Biking in the fall

The Burke Gillman trail is loud with leaves. The dark morning mat of fallen big leaf maples is a yellow carpet in the last light of late afternoon. Wednesday I left work on two wheels. A block later, a young cyclist overtook me saying, "Hey!" in a friendly way. Anders is in my homeroom and science class. We raced down the long block of the school until he turned abruptly around to deliver a soda to a friend, he later told me. He might have beat me. I smiled back and hollered "See ya!"