Fall, despite being the herald of winter, is easily my favorite season. And why not? There’s so much to love: hot apple cider, marching band season, beautiful scenery, not to mention all things pumpkin. I could go on and on.
There’s always a day in September when it begins. The air is a little cooler, the walk to school a little more brisk. Mornings like this hold a special kind of beauty. The sky seems just a little more blue when the leaves are changing, and the brightness of the sky intensifies the crimson and gold of the leaves.