The Coming of the Fall

The weather we have been having seems to herald the coming of Autumn.

There is a definite sense of anticipation for the fall and it may harken back to the days of preparation for school (maybe "harken back" is not fitting considering that classes still start for me in a couple of weeks).

I love all of the feelings the fall brings.
The feeling of welcome as one moves from a chill walk to sit in a car warmed by the sun or into a house warmed by a fireplace...
Though I have none, I love the smell from neighboring houses as I walk about kicking through the leaves...
The leaves. I wished that no one raked them up that I might feel and hear and somehow taste them without tasting them. Their ruddiness reminds me of the music...
The music. There is no music that feels more fitting to me than when it fits the Fall mood. Whether it be the lulling sounds of Fiona Apple or Portishead's records scratching...
Scratching like the wool on my face as I tuck my chin into the folds of my scarf, my capped head tipped into the biting wind. And right now I can almost taste the food.
The foods of fall - the tubers and stews and meats and sauces and squash and apples and cinnamon - wrapping both hands tightly around a cup of something hot and, eyes closed, trying to catch the wisps of steam on my face.

Welcome, fall. You are so, so welcome.