The weather is now more conducive to walking here. It s not so damn sticky out. In these cooler, drier days, my body heat stays in better balance as the miles slide by. My feet cut through the ragged surf of leaves, and i secrete a nice thin layer of sweat under my two shirts. Every now and then a shiver of winter blows through the trees and impales my face.
Vagrant leaves swirl around in the gusty drafts and bunch up in the eddies.
I will fall into a restful kind of hibernal sleep if i camp overnight. I will slip into quiet. The sound vacuum they leave behind is everywhere. The end of season fluty trill of periodical cicadas echoing all over the woods has ceased, too. And with that, everything that buzzes, bites, stings, and crawls goes into diapause.