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If I could pick a season in which to live perpetually, it would be fall. I love everything about fall. I love the golden colors the sun creates as it filters through red, orange and yellow leaves. I love the tangy smell in the air when I wake up in the morning. (Have you ever noticed that each season has a smell? Well, it does. Let me enlighten you: spring smells clean, like wet dirt and freshly cut flowers. Summer smells warm, like newly cut grass and sun dried pavement. Fall smells tangy, like fallen leaves blown off the trees by the wind. Winter smells crisp, like falling snow on a quiet evening . Aren't you so glad that I called your attention to this? Thank me later.) I love the little bit of bite the air has to it. I love driving with my windows down and not melting in the kind of heat that can only have been created by Hades. (I know. It's not as bad as Texas or Arizona. That's why I don't live in those places. If I think Utah is too hot, imagine how miserable I'd be some place else.) I love any excuse to wear a chunky sweater and tights. I love boots. I love the feeling and sound of the crunchy brown leaves under my feet as I walk down the tree-lined streets of my little neighborhood. I know plenty of people like fall, but this complete passion and adoration for all things autumnal has been around as far back as my excellent memory takes me. I remember waking up in the morning during kindergarten and being unreasonably excited to walk to school. Not because I particularly cared for the walk, but because it gave me an excuse to traipse through large piles of leaves and take long deep breaths of that lovely tangy air. Yup, I was that kid. And you know what? I'm glad I haven't grown out of it.
3 comments:
While the phrase "Smells clean like wet dirt" makes exactly zero sense, I know exactly what you're talking about and agree 100%. Because you're right. Also morningtime smells the best, don't you think?
You can taste it, can't you? How near it is getting. And something just gets inside your blood in the autumn. I know exactly what you mean, because I was (and still am) always THAT girl, too.
I am not going to lie, I am a summer girl. I guess that is why I found my way to California. Summer just wouldn't be Summer without all of the other seasons and I have to say that I always look forward to Fall each year. It may have something to do with everything you mentioned or pumpkin chocolate chip cookies. Or a little bit of both.
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