The dichotomy of autumn

The beeping before 6am is your alarm, struggling to wake you into the darkness and cold of a autumn morning, you ask yourself if it's worth it.

Your bike is adorned with lights against the darkness, your body clothed in layers against the cold, the question echoes through your mind "is it worth it?"

As you work your way through the quiet suburbs, the sun starts to lighten the sky, but the temperature refuses to rise. Onwards you ride, into the hills, the cold numbing your face into a mask.

Mist occupies the valleys, icy dew clings to the grass blades, you work your way into the first feature climb of the day accompanied by only the sound of your own breathing.



The solitude, the peace, the clarity of purpose. The cold morning delivers you stunning beauty and it comes you like a revelation. It's worth it.

The small bakery in the little town draws you onwards, over the roads wet from the low hung clouds. Your mind now clear of it's doubts you relax and joke with your companions and dream about coffee.

It's definitely worth it, and in your heart you knew it all along. It's always worth it.