Autumn rain, wind, and leaves splattered against the Prius’ windshield. I flicked the wipers on and watched them zoom left to right. The window to my right looked cracked ever so slightly, and I smelled the true essence of the season: a funneling of rotting summer, a wet crispness in the air, and winter’s chilly dome approaching, just around the corner. Autumn had turned out to be one of my favorite seasons, and I enjoyed its colorful spirit. How interesting it felt to observe the change of seasons and drop in the weather, instruments that probably caused upset in Mother Nature’s thinking. The fun of summer had come to a close, and winter would soon make an appearance.
No matter the beautiful conditions of the day, I became lost on the backroads near Lake Erie and Haven Island. Rover Road
