I’m longing to jump into a pile of leaves. Fall is here, my favorite, and yet I find myself so melancholy. Something about the passage of time I guess. I love living in the south, but there should be changing leaves–and at least a hint of some cool weather. Memories of kicking up leaves and the smells of summer fading into autumn. Walking with my hands buried in my pockets to protect them from the cold. Ah, I love Fall!

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