It's here. That crisp fall air is numbing. But for some odd reason, it warms my soul: Fall is my time of year for sure. Though it's now chilly outside, I drive home from work with my windows down, just to feel the cold air.
People are bundled up in scarfs, gloves, hats, and sweaters; this is the Northwest. This is the kind of stuff that makes me fall in love with Washington again, though that love dies once the other seasons arrive.
Perfect cuddling weather. End of story.
For some reason I feel more beautiful in the fall time. More radiant.
It's the Earth's death, and the beautiful part is the fact that we all know a rebirth is coming (spring.)
Fall is beautiful.
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