it’s a sunset so strong the colors have leaked onto the trees’ leaves.
it’s the spice of apple cider, sweet and sharp in your mouth.
it’s the cool, humidity-free breeze on your skin after months of heated air.
it’s sweater weather, long sleeves covering up your fingers and scarves soft as cashmere on your chin.
it’s smelling hints of Christmas, whiffs of minty pine mixed with the earth of the ground and tang of pumpkin.
it’s seeing a new beginning, as nature itself prepares to start over.
it’s hearing the wind whistle.
it’s specialty, limited-time lattes, hot and delicious.
it’s tasting happiness on your tongue, that’s an awful much like thanksgiving.
it’s the holidays, red, gold, green, metallic, all kinds of shades.
it’s lying in the leaves.
it’s an excuse to hold hands.
it’s crunchy pine needles on a walk with someone you love.
it’s longer nights and shorter days.
it’s the thrill of a new school year, of fresh pencils and the sharp crack of new textbooks with clean pages.
it’s football games, sitting on cold bleachers, but warm from cheering on your favorite team.
it’s opening up the popping fireplace or bonfire, making smores, warm.
it’s colors, sounds, sense, beauty. so much more than words can capture.
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