It’s been a good run, but tomorrow is the very last day, at least for the foreseeable future, that I take the Springwater path at ridiculous hours of the morning to get to work.
For the last several weeks, it’s been a bit of a countdown: only 12 more morning rides. Only 6 more morning rides. Last week of mornings rides. And tomorrow, last day. Onward to unknown bigger and better things.
As if it knows I’m leaving it, the Springwater path has been on its best behavior, putting its most impressive foot forward. Three times now, in the last two weeks, I’ve been serenaded by coyote on my way home in the dark; just a few days ago I actually saw the trickster looking at me hard from the middle of the path before it loped off the side of the trail, easy as can be.
I will miss this commute.
I will miss this job.
What shape will life take when my commute is different, riding perhaps another direction, perhaps at another time, or all of the above? I don’t know yet, but I do know that so far, it’s only gotten better. Life, bring it on — but constant Springwater, I’ll miss you.