Fall, easy.
Fall is my favorite season. And it's not autumn, it's fall. Calling it autumn makes it sound snobbish and self-important. It's not those things.
It's beautiful and cozy, crisp and crunchy, orange and red, wooly and bundley (yes, I know, not a word), snug and dry, clear and blue, swirly and scuttling...
Words that make me think of October make me happy. Because October makes me happy.
Corn mazes, hayrides, bonfires that make you feel as though you're melting on one side as you're freezing on the other side.
Seeing the clear, bright sky at night, filled with constellations that I still can't find without help, no matter how many times I try.
What's your favorite season?
Words that make me think of October make me happy. Because October makes me happy.
Corn mazes, hayrides, bonfires that make you feel as though you're melting on one side as you're freezing on the other side.
Seeing the clear, bright sky at night, filled with constellations that I still can't find without help, no matter how many times I try.
What's your favorite season?
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