autumn’s brewing, steeping in the clouds
does something to me still, we aren’t far off now…
river bike trail
“it was cold you hid your hands inside your sleeve
as we walked i heard the laughter in the leaves…”
the river knows as it goes
time makes everything rare, amber, it’s in the air
it all starts over bare…
i really wanted there to be a rope swing off this branch
in the crook of your branches
it can’t help but be…
it was chilly, the wind and the sun played in your hair
the trees leaned in to be our shade
the river coursed alongside
taking our laughter along
we lingered there
our lips were brave…
first leaves of fall!
“see the shadows lying now where once we stood,
and i would lie down with them if i only could…”
~poem with lyrics from Crinan Wood
such a great tree
i think there needs to be a giant beer at the end of every bike ride
german food 
welcome buckeye from the fudge guy in german village
