Riding the Fall Light

Cambridge slipped into its autumn colors as she rode—

cool air threading through the streets,

leaves gathering in soft rustles along the curbs.

 

Her coat lifted slightly in the breeze,

boots steady on the pedals,

moving with the easy certainty of someone

who knows exactly where she’s going,

even if the day hasn’t fully decided its direction yet.

 

Behind her, the old brick blurred into warm tones,

a city shifting toward winter one breath at a time.

But she rode ahead of it all—

a clean, swift line of motion

cutting through the calm of a Cambridge fall.

Done