As the season changes, so does the mood. I am without doubt a summer baby...I love the sunshine and the lazy days, but something about the crispness of fall is also pleasant. I enjoy the colors of autumn and the whispers from the falling leaves. The pleasantness of the different hues of orange makes one feel like the sun has landed within the trees, and has kissed the ground with the softest lips. Each leaf knowing that the next breeze will be the ride of a lifetime. The natural brown and soft tan colors add to the flares of red, accenting the other one with a perfect match. The occasional bare limb longs for its counterparts already detached and moving on to another purpose.
The houses are decorated with the upcoming holidays and the mums have been sprouting to sing their own hymns. Children prepare for ghostly evenings and hope for bags of sugar with their goblin and fairy wear.
Sunday afternoons and Monday nights have their own cult following as the footballs spiral through the air. The fairer sex finds craft festivals and day trips to occupy their time.
The air turns cooler and invites a fire topped with smores and sticky hotdogs. Hayrides are perfected for long first kisses, and holding hands while sharing the same wool blanket.
Families begin thinking of new dishes to try for Thanksgiving and making final arrangements for travel; all while anticipating the hugs and staying up late trying to catch up on all that has been missed over time without each other.
Fall is a pretty awesome sight to behold. But I still can't help but wonder how to go straight from Christmas to May.
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