So it’s officially fall. I put on the sweater, drank my inaugural cup of apple cider and kept the windows open and welcomed the crisp air. I watched everyone cover up under layers, and the few summer stragglers in shorts and tank tops holding onto summer as they walked briskly–maybe to break a sweat to fight off the goose bumps.
It’s fall.
In one day:
I embraced the down comforter that I was cursing only days earlier for smothering my feet. I no longer look at my t-shirts with affection-since long sleeve sweaters are my new crushes. And orange and browns slowly begin to catch my eye– as green fades off storing up vibrant shades for the next year.
How quickly things can change in a day. New weather can change so much of my life. New clothes, new smells, new sights. Old memories of fall fade back into my mind, mixing with newly created ones in one big leafy stew.
No longer am I searching for smells of citrus and melon—and instead I seek out pumpkin and spices.
And in an instant I’ve clicked my viewfinder vision from summer to fall.
Click.
Welcome Fall.
