Whirlwind

With September comes autumn, my favorite season. I love the fall for lots of reasons: the deep yellow-orange of the trees; the hint of red or yellow-green every once-in-a-while; the chilly briskness of the air; the distant smell of burning wood that seems to drift out of nowhere, the steely gray of the morning sky; the warmness of a jacket; the pumpkins; the taste of apple cider; the rustle of the leaves; the richer, heartier foods; the anticipation of winter and the Holidays.

School is getting good. Classes have started, the monotony is gone, the craziness is about to begin. I'm glad, I deal well with craziness.