Hush. Listen and see. Fall is coming. I can feel it in the cool night breeze pulling through my window by way of the attic fan. I can see it rolling forward toward us as I peer through the muted dawn at sleepy headlights heading off to work. Its scent settles silently into the trees, waiting to pull the green from leaves and dazzle us instead with a shower of reds, yellows, and oranges. It is just over the horizon but it is close, its coattails happily weighted down by the promise of hay rides, caramel apples, cider, and football games, the promise of romance and excitement.

My favorite season.

Why don’t you pick up that jacket laying there and head with me outdoors? We can sip on hot tea as we rock rhythmically in our wooden chairs, counting off the days ’til Fall…