Maybe its just the way that the earth smells as it braces for change. It could be the smell of leaves turning colors in the cooling breeze. In the process of dying, or even just hybernation, the earth revels in the thought of new life and the posiblities that lie therein.

I love fall for the crispness in the air as you take a morning jog. It reminds me of thick fuzzy sweaters and sitting cuddled up next to a bonfire or fireplace with some hot chocolate or alcoholic beverage of your choice. It reminds me of my love for Brian, for we met in October...

Even the smell of burning leaves is inviting and there is nothing in the world remotely like this. Just a pure, earthy, wholesome goodness of a smell If I could bottle this scent, this feeling, I would be a fairly wealthy woman.

And then it rains... The most beautiful coolness on my skin.

I will get married in the fall. Brian likes this idea as well... Our spirits seem to coincide more and more over time. Especially in the fall... I don't know what it is... But it sure captures and captivates me...

hmmmmm... (sighs as she cuddles her warm, soft blanket and pets the purring Jack on her lap.)



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