The chill in the air this morning affirmed to me that it really is October, which, along with her sisters November and December, are my favorite months of the year.
This is my time.
These are my days.
When I step outside, and stroll 'neath fanning umbrellas of red and gold, a breath-taking crisp fills my lungs as if to say, "You are cleansed. You are fresh and flawless. You are spotless and shining."
And I love that feeling.
So bring on the apple pie baking, the long, rustling and crackling walks, the hooded sweatshirts, the candy corn jamborees, the parfum de campfire....
It beginning to feel a lot like fall, y'all.
