Hopping onto the back of a horse drawn wagon, as you watch the sun slowly set. Wrapped up in a blanket as an Autumn wind blows cold across your face. Snuggling up next to someone special as you watch the stars come out. A hoot owl calls out from down a distant hollow. The road is a little bumpy as the wagon moves along. Your nose gets itchy from straw and you sneeze. The harvest moon rises over empty fields where Pumpkins once lay. A hay ride welcomes the fall in a very special way.