I just looked out the window and saw that the tree across the street from us (the one that is always the first to change color in the fall) is starting to go red.
I love the fall. I love the cooler air, love wearing sweaters, love notebooks and pens and boots and thunder storms. I love that Dan and I fell in love in the fall (four years ago). Four years ago. We were talking about that last night. Some days it feels a lot longer than that. But then again, sometimes it feels a lot shorter. As Dan said last night, "Sometimes I look at you and think, 'who is this alien person I married?'" Thanks, honey.
I don't love winter. But it's almost worth it just to have the fall. Almost.