I love fall.
I love the crisp, clean, cool air. It satisfies your body as a quaff of water would when you’re parched.
I love the trees. The colors. The leaves. I love to see them come alive from the gusts of wind…springing back and forth, waving their branches across the sky.
I love the silence….Walking across a parking lot with only the sound of your shoes tapping against the ground and the mellow cadence of your lungs savoring the air.
I love seeing the stars…or at least two of them. Watching the moon saunter across the evening sky, retreating to appear yet again some other day.
I love the cool apartment and frigid sheets–sheets that are waiting to be warmed by a dreamer lost in some other world. The warmth provided by a comforter draped across your body, with your nose playing periscope for a time.
And waking up to see a beautiful blue sky, with the sun’s radience emanating through a bank of trees. The hazy fog and the light that melts it away.
And mainly, that crisp clean air that refreshes the body and livens the mind and stirs the soul.