Well, the first snow of the year has fallen on the Sangre de Cristo.
Where were you the last time the aspens on that slope turned golden? How many miles have passed under your wheels? Where will you be when this snow has melted, fed the next ring on the trees, and peeled a layer of erosion from the rock of the mountain?
I love the change of the seasons. It makes the first warm ride of spring that much sweeter.