Off-beat

The next few weeks are my favorite of the year, that transition from summer to fall. There is briskness in the air and a certain unpronounced energy about. I don’t understand it, but it is consistently satisfying. As I pedal through the city’s cracked streets I feel like I am part of something big. Business women and crust punks all look anxious and ready. My muscles and joints ache from movement, but the cadence of this time of year is contagious and addictive, maybe even vindictive? Maybe this season sparks action. Maybe I will speak to the black school teacher I see on the train every day. Maybe I will pray with Cyndi in the cube next to me for her upcoming surgery. Maybe I will get off my spiritual ass and engage!