Crisp air whisks gently through the bare trees. Leaves of many dry colors crunch beneath my steps. Empty trees surround the woods standing around me.
The chill in the air nips at my face turning it into a slight shade of red. I drape the light hoodie over me to block out the brisk breezes. Though I enjoy the nippy air, I am not prepared for the harsh winter to follow. But there's nothing like the sound of stepping across the crunchy dead leaves.
Beautiful different colors blend together once they hit the ground. Acorns bounce off the trees. The smell of pumpkin spice fills each and every store. The children giggle as they jump into massive piles of leaves. People swarm to get to forests of apple trees. Hot apple cider is served at the local home baked goods store in a small brick building barely able to place a 20 sized party in the shop. Smoke rises from the bakery's chimney from the cooking of crisps and pie.
Though the peaceful, lovely summer has vanished before our eyes, I'm stoked that this is only the beginning of the perfect, fresh, fall season.
