Autumn is my favorite time of year. The fog rolls in early moring across the fields , the leaves let loose in an array of dazzling colors. Their way of saying goodbye before being reborn. The chill in the air and the smell of hey and bonfires. The harvest of apples, squashes and pumpkins. Fresh cider from the farm and fresh pumpkin pie from the bakers. A spooky feeling as the harvest moon hangs large and bright in a cloudless evening sky. The crunch of leaves under you feet and the joy of raking them up and then jumping into the pile. Your breath hanging in the night air and memories, some good some bad, of friends long gone.
I love Autumn. Wish it would stay that way alot longer than it does.
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" There could be no doubt of the design of my tormentors. Oh, most unrelenting! Oh, most demoniac of men! 'Death,' I said, 'any death but that of the pit.'"
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