autumn equinox, monitor tan

i blinked and the equinox was here.

where i am

location: inside, mostly. actual trail: rare.
conditions: dusk sneaking in earlier. grass gold, bikes colder.
energy level: guilty. monitor-tanned.

summer? i heard rumors. apparently it happened.

what did i do? worked. watched my bikes and paddle board wait, gathering dust—no love, just guilt. my computer got all my best hours.

the dogs and my husband: a few walks. a handful of sunsets. three bonfires, if i’m padding the stats.

most weeks it was “just one more thing” on the screen, instead of “just one more trail.”

not proud. not dramatic. just wishing i’d chosen laces over logins, sweat over spreadsheets.
i’m not getting younger. these dogs, these mountains—deserve more than cameo appearances.
at least we made it up to mackay, chasing sparks and dusk. could’ve been weekly. was barely a season.

trail
mackay. once. should’ve been more.

reading
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playlist
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do more of: dog daylight. trail daylight. any daylight that isn’t screen-shaped.
do less of: “just one more thing” on the laptop.
try tomorrow: laces before logins.

field note filed. here’s to autumn: maybe more memory, less inbox.