Week six. This coming Wednesday is my last day of running with walk intervals. That's a little frightening.
The days are getting shorter. It's still dark when I get back home in the mornings. Unlike other places I've called home (Montana, Wisconsin, Minnesota, Idaho), Seattle autumns are not marked by the changing of leaves and crisp sunny days. Instead, it's just this hazy period between summer sunshine and constant winter rain where the daylight hours, along with your sense of purpose, are gradually stolen from you. It's a harvest - not of crops, but souls. Soon, there will be only rain, and tears, and more rain.
Also: yay, Monday!