Crisp air and the scent of decaying leaves mark the season colloquially known as fall. I revel in the thought of piling leaves high and jumping into them with my son.
The season harkens the upcoming winter, but despite wishes for snow and sled riding, I am in no rush for this to pass. Time moves swiftly enough.
When autumn leaves, so ends another harvest of delicious fruits, fun experiences, and fond memories in a year of laughter, love, and growth.