Fall

The air is so crisp this morning. As I drove to work the breeze gave me a little shiver. I love the changing of the seasons and the feeling of movement that life takes on when we walk from summer to fall. I can almost smell the old books in the library at Stetson on the first day I returned each year. These days I look forward to golden leaves and the smell of outdoor fires. I wait for the State Fair; the frenzy and food and excitement I feel on first seeing the lights go up at the fairgrounds. I roll down my windows on my way home from work as I drive by and inhale deeply the smell of fried fair food. I love choosing Halloween costumes and pumpkins and carving their silly faces. I look for the round balls of mums on neighbors' front porches. This year I hope we'll get to pick apples and bake pumpkin bread. I can not wait....