It's fall
Officially my favorite time of year. Time for fingerless gloves, and long bright socks, and steaming mugs of tea.
The season where walking along the sidewalks is a musical dance through crisp and loamy leaves.
Where the change that is coming is apparent in the wind that occasionally rips through with a cold bitter taste that makes you gasp against the sun on your skin.
I love fall.
The season where walking along the sidewalks is a musical dance through crisp and loamy leaves.
Where the change that is coming is apparent in the wind that occasionally rips through with a cold bitter taste that makes you gasp against the sun on your skin.
I love fall.