The flavors of Fall
I mourn the loss of Summer. I dread climbing out of my warm bed in the morning while it's still dark outside and at the end of the day, driving home as the sun sets behind the buildings in my sultry city. I cringe when thinking about the coming time change.
And then we have a day where the wind blows just right and the sun is not so hot as it shines on you. And the night is crisp and someone pulls out the Hershey's chocolate and marshmallows and lights the grill or fire pit or, god willing, the campfire and all seems right with the world.
