Fall

As I type this I am listening to some Van Morrison- his music just says fall. Warmth- I envision sitting on my porch, wearing a sweater, warm cup of tea, legs wrapped in fleece watching the leaves fall. I dream of fall. I love the colors. That last breath of warmth.

I love how the nip catches me and warms my soul. If it could be one season, I pick fall. Some say it means impending winter. I say it’s that last moment to run, jump and breath- enjoying the last, not worring about what might happen tomorrow. The smells is unlike any season, it is that earthy smell. Not too sweet. Not too bitter. Just right . Just right.

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