Oh how I miss the fall
The crimson time
I miss everything about it
In some ways it is a fresh start
It is my favorite season
I miss the colors
The regal essence of it
The trees dress up in splendor
With reds
Yellows
Oranges and golds

There is a smell of leaves on the ground
The sound of leaves crunching as you walk on them
The sound of raking
Big piles of leaves in yards
The crisp clear air
The cool night
Leaves rustling in the breeze

Smells of pumpkin cookies and pies
Cinnamon, apple cider and
hot chocolate
Halloween decorations and candy corn
Oh how I miss the beauty of the trees and countryside as the colors dabble the landscape like a painting