This evening we went for a bike-ride. In the summertime, I would call this an afternoon or late afternoon ride. But this late in October -- thankful to squeeze in another -- I call it an evening ride. We were out the driveway at 4:50 -- tights, longsleeve polypro, windbreakers, light winter gloves, wool socks and a headband under the helmet -- onto the Gauge and up the backside of Titcomb. It was a short ride, but allowed for us to see the last moments of sun from the top of the small mountain. On the descent we could see the Bigelows. The leaves, all but the Beech Trees and a few select Maples, are now on the ground and the mountains have that blue-grey tinge to them. The stark of November is just around the end of this week when we set the clocks back -- darker earlier in the evening -- but some light in the morning. Time flies. Around and around. Season to season. Inward we all go.