It is in the fall when concrete looks the most dismal, when chipped paint reminds you of all that is missing in your life. Yet you still stay up late every night, just to stand outside in the dark and smell the leaves, crush a newly-fallen nut beneath your heel. Your soul feels peaceful in the day, and although the wind is cold and you do not wear a sweater, you feel invincible, not an inch of you chilled. And a part of you even feels beautiful.
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Autumn is my fav too. Sigh. All those sights and smells you mentioned are so wonderful. Happy Fall!
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