Usually, I talk about all things writing and try not to veer off topic. After all, this is a blog about writing. I’m also not one to post about more personal areas of my life. But today, I’ll digress.
For those who know me, Fall is my absolute favorite time of the year. I have always loved changes of season and there’s something about Fall that makes my spirits soar. Maybe it’s the sights: the gorgeous oranges, yellow-gold, and crimson the leaves turn come mid October, all shimmering and dancing on the breeze. Maybe it’s the cool air that invigorates me after a summer of unbearable heat, bugs, and sweat. Or, the sounds of Fall itself. Autumn has a stillness to it unlike any other season except Winter. I love to sit and listen to the rhythmic breeze in the leaves, and the sound of distant hawks or crows. Maybe it’s the foods more commonly associated with Fall. I love apples. Wait, that’s an understatement. I’m an apple fanatic. The crunch and sweetness of a fresh Honeycrisp apple is like tasting heaven. And, there’s nothing better than apple pie with caramel. My comfort drink is a mug of hot, spiced apple cider, especially if I’m sitting outside at night in the cool air mesmerized by a crackling fire in the chiminea. Yeah, there’s chocolate, too. And, seeing as I have always loved scary movies and books and anything else about the supernatural, I’m a Halloween fan. The holiday, NOT the movie, but that’s another topic.
Yes, I realize that October 1 isn’t the official first day of Autumn. But, where I live, it’s the first day I could step outside and know that my favorite season has returned. So, pardon my excursion from the subject of writing this round. Autumn has come home.