2018-05-21 2018-05-21
New Winds
I love the changing seasons. I love the way the air changes, the way everything smells new. I love the fall especially. It always seemed to me that the fall ought to depress me. Things die in the fall. Autumn makes way for a season of darkness, and I don't care much for darkness. Still, I find myself drawn in to the season . . . the crisp air, the lights glowing yellow in houses at an early dusk, the knowledge that it is finally, finally pumpkin pie season. Read next feature >
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