The cool Autumn breeze brushes against my face as the sun sets behing the trees, a fire of color before my eyes. The breeze finds its way through every crevice of my favorite sweater tickling the goosebumps hidden underneath. I should probably have a light coat on but I rebel, if only against myself, at the thought of surrendering to the clutches of winter which hides just around the corner. Fall is a magical time of year, it's as if summer is holding on in a fight it's bound only to loose against it's opponent winter. The sound of children playing in the school yard as the leaves tenderly fall. The rustling of squirrels and other small animals as they hurry to build their winter nests. The crunching of leaves under my birkenstocks as I walk my little dog in the park. Time never seems long enough in the fall.
