Unseasonably warm in late October — does “unseasonably” even register anymore? — so I ride north towards Adamant to capture the last remnants of autumn. Stubborn flecks of gold and umber cling to trees. Green grasses stand oblivious to the coming hard frost that will surely topple their proud posture. The gnats (a mainstay of Adamant) chase me off the pond’s edge, but I know what’s in store for them too.