Tales from the trail VIII

Autumn seemed to arrive suddenly that year. The morning of the first September was crisp and golden as an apple…

– J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows

The fall is here. No question about it. We still have around 20 °C (68 °F) in the days but the temperature quickly falls when the sun set and at the time I get up in the morning the temperature is down at 5-8 °C (41-46 °F). The fact that the sun is traveling the skies in a lower and lower orbit and the hint of gold and blood in the maple leafs is other telltale signs.

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Another sign is the migrating species. Today me and my son went for some geocaching close to my work (free parking is always nice) but had to abandon the idea quickly once we got there. One of the migrating species that spends the winter here had returned in large herds and there was no way one could sneak past them. Noisy as seagulls, littering as a magpie and as lost as a duck in a shopping mall. I’m sure you have guess the species by know. The students are back in town, and as all years first week is full of “get to know each others”-games and drinking. Well, I’m glad they are back because without them I wouldn’t have the job I have, lets hope they behave this semester so I get a nice and relaxed fall at work.
We left them alone with their rituals, the cache can wait another week and went for another a few km away instead.

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