21 September 2009 by romanin
Recently, every morning I wake up, I’ve felt a chill in the air and a slight breeze whisper in my ear. Fall is itching to set in and take it’s reds and goldens and reign everyone in to its beauty and elegance. The subtle smell of grass and wet dirt wafts in the clean, blue sky and every so often, passes my nose by and woos me to itself. Fall waves goodbye to summer and welcomes the inklings of winter. Fall back…the mornings darker, the nights earlier. With its exclusive beauty and ushering in of a sudden unrest of preparing for winter, Fall has an aura about it that is unlike any other season of the year. A time of dying, a sense of cozy family time, a time of warmth before a fire, a feeling of stillness amid the unrest. This is Fall, beginning routinely, with a sense of familiar allure. This is Fall.