I Go Out Walking

I am a Fall person. I love it when the weather turns. Although there
are many things I love about Summer – stone fruit, camping and long
days – I am always so relieved when I can wriggle into my jean jacket
and turtlenecks. In the Fall my bed becomes the best place in the world
as I pull the duvet up under my chin and stay curled there for hours
with a book. I remember that tea is a pleasant thing to drink. Much
like a bad houseguest, Summer was sticking around far too long this
year. So long that I was beginning to fear Fall would be usurped
altogether and I would be forced straight from a tank-top into a winter
coat.

It’s hard to explain to a Summer person why I favour
Autumn. It has to do with being able to actually see what the wind is
up to when it picks the fallen leaves up and spins them in a fantastic
whirl. How tea tastes so much better when there is a chill in your
fingers. The trees are changing dramatically at this time of year and I
guess it just seems like if I’m to change this is when it will be, when
everything else is changing too. Life is full of promise in the Fall.

Chloe
and I went for a walk by the amber light of the streetlamps. I pulled
the hood of my sweatshirt over my head to shield my glasses from the
drizzle. We took our time, we had a lot to take in. All the smells that
are so much more pronounced in the rain; all the leaves we needed to
play in. The oak trees have mostly dropped all of their leaves. The
maples tenaciously hang onto theirs. Everything was still and quiet.
When we got home the tea was exceptional.I am a Fall person. I love it when the weather turns. Although there
are many things I love about Summer – stone fruit, camping and long
days – I am always so relieved when I can wriggle into my jean jacket
and turtlenecks. In the Fall my bed becomes the best place in the world
as I pull the duvet up under my chin and stay curled there for hours
with a book. I remember that tea is a pleasant thing to drink. Much
like a bad houseguest, Summer was sticking around far too long this
year. So long that I was beginning to fear Fall would be usurped
altogether and I would be forced straight from a tank-top into a winter
coat.

It’s hard to explain to a Summer person why I favour
Autumn. It has to do with being able to actually see what the wind is
up to when it picks the fallen leaves up and spins them in a fantastic
whirl. How tea tastes so much better when there is a chill in your
fingers. The trees are changing dramatically at this time of year and I
guess it just seems like if I’m to change this is when it will be, when
everything else is changing too. Life is full of promise in the Fall.

Chloe
and I went for a walk by the amber light of the streetlamps. I pulled
the hood of my sweatshirt over my head to shield my glasses from the
drizzle. We took our time, we had a lot to take in. All the smells that
are so much more pronounced in the rain; all the leaves we needed to
play in. The oak trees have mostly dropped all of their leaves. The
maples tenaciously hang onto theirs. Everything was still and quiet.
When we got home the tea was exceptional.

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