If you follow me on Instagram, you know.
I love fall. I've always loved fall, for as long as I can remember. But I like to call it autumn. The long way. In a world of abbreviated words and 54-minute hours, I just like to take the long way.
To me, fall is the most beautiful pause. A holding of breath. It's brief, but speaking of long, it's always longer than I remember. Most likely because I expect to wake every morning to brown, bare branches. The burning treetops never last long enough. But I suppose that's the point. Before the snow and chill blow through the world and forcefully settle us all, there is a time when the earth gives us all she has.
Everything. Fall is everything to me.
I pull to the side of the road to capture the luminously orange tree. I bring pumpkins to people I love (instead of roses or candy). I drink tea and light fires and read more books.
It's the most wonderful time of the year.