I awoke to hearing the sounds of a festival drift in though my open windows.  The day was gorgeous. Sunshine filled the sky and warm dry air kept the house cool.  I decided to hop on my mountain bike and track down where the music was coming from.  There are 3 or 4 shrines and temples in the neighborhood and I knew that one of them must be putting on a little festival.

It was happening at a little shrine about 7 minutes away on bike that was packed with people this Sunday afternoon out to get a bite to eat and enjoy the sunshine.  Colder weather is suppose to follow by the middle of the week.  It was a grand time, and I chilled for a minute in the sun.  I am not looking forward to those long winter nights, so I’ve got to enjoy it while I can.