Fall

I know fall officially started September 22 (or the 23, I can't remember). And every white girl worth her salt has pulled out the yoga pants and scarves, they have scarfed down a dozen pumpkin spice lattes and have multiple Facebook statuses about how ready they are for bonfires, cuddling and all that crap.  I'm not going to lie, I absolutely LOVE fall. It is definitely tied with summer for my favorite season-but its because of more than "sweater weather" and PSLs.

Fall is a magical time.  The leaves one the trees change from glossy green to vibrant oranges, yellows and reds.  It may have to do with the relief of the first day when the weather changes, it may still be the dog days of summer, but there is a difference in the breeze.  Even if infinitesimal, it's there.  It may be a fleeting thing, but nevertheless, it returns days, weeks, (or if you live Louisiana) months later-and this time its stronger.  It coaxes the sweaters out of the deep recesses of the closet, it begs the windows to open.  It plays coy for a few weeks, coming and going, but then one morning its here, in full force.

For me, the sweetness of fall is one thing: the way it smells. Like leaves and bonfires, the crisp, dry air is one of my favorite things. It is the anticipation of Thanksgiving and Christmas.  It's smiling family members and birthday parties.  I'm an October baby, so fall has always been synonymous with birthdays.

So grab a PSL, get outside and enjoy fall.  (Even if it doesn't feel like it!)