On those first really chilly days of Fall, there’s nothing like snuggling down under the covers as the furnace kicks on and gradually envelops the room in warmth. The alarm went off, just as the furnace kicked on, so I allowed myself the indulgence of a few more ZZZZZZZs.  I even dozed off into dreamland for a few minutes, then finally flung off the warm blanket and headed out to the kitchen to make some piping hot oatmeal for breakfast – well that warmed me down to my toes.

The news was full of the latest Trump faux pas and the weatherman said that finally Matthew was downgraded to a tropical storm, but still deadly. Two different forces to be reckoned with I guess.

When I eventually headed outside, it was so chilly, I half expected to see a wisp of condensation from my nose and mouth, but it was not quite that cold yet. No frost on the pumpkin either.  It will be here soon enough though.

I had the camera along, but no more new holiday décor had been added along my route, so the camera remained tucked inside its case the entire trip.

I saw a pair of joggers who yielded to me by not missing a beat and heading out to the street in tandem … gee, I didn’t think I was quite that wide, but I waved them a “thank you” anyway.

There was an elderly couple sitting on a glider on their front porch. Each one was swaddled in a “snug sack” on this chilly morning.  They sure would need it – can you imagine how cold that glider’s metal seat would be?  At first, each one appeared as if they were praying, because the only flesh that had escaped from their respective snug sacks were their hands.  But, as I neared them, I saw their fingers were wrapped around a large coffee mug, with steam drifting into the morning air.  I knew I would appreciate my second cup of coffee once I arrived home.

The foliage by the footbridge is starting to turn a golden yellow and the leaves are dotting the waters of the Ecorse Creek – just another sign that Fall is more than just an entry on the calendar page.

I walked another four miles this morning and the 600-mile marker is now in plain sight … after that, a mere 119 more miles to go to best last year’s tally.