Monday, September 23, 2013
If you'd ask me what my favorite season is I'd tell you instantly that it's Fall. No need to ponder and ultimately decide. No siree. It's 100% Fall. In light of my certainty you'd think that I'd easily be able to tell you why. That I'd be able to rattle off a list of reasons like I had the season memorized by heart. But each Fall I'm always struck with the shift and say to myself, "I can't believe I didn't remember that part!" Like the flowers that seem to be giving one final fist bump. The first red and orange leaves lying on bright green grass. The spider webs so easy to see with their morning coat of watery dew. The final harvests.
And I know I'll discover new reasons tomorrow and the next day. And the next after that.