senses of fall
The smell of burning firewood...the sound of leaves crinkling and crushing under your feet...the explosion of color on big tall trees...the feel of crisp, cool air on your face...the taste of a warm beverage on a cool day. These are the senses of fall, at least in most of the country. These are the senses I grew up with and am enjoying this morning, as Molly and I spend time with her family in Ohio. It's a nice change and it's a beautiful time of year. But, the warmth and brightness of the Arizona sun will be a welcome thing when we return. Though I love the change of pace, I must remember that while Arizona is only getting nicer this time of year, the rest of the year is only getting colder.
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