Fall is my most cherished timed of the year.
Tonight when I walked outside (after working far too much overtime), it smelled of fall. I breathed it. Felt the crispness. I had my worries this time around. Do you ever doubt if this season will be as good as the last? Where I was last year this time, is so far from where I am now...it's odd. I was scared I would enter into this foreign season, and yet, all that I love and hold dear seems to be intact. I find comfort in that. I am off to Paris soon, and with the bringing of color-dipped leaves comes my desire for optimism. I love fall.
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I'm missing fall. It's still hot as crap in Haiti and not changing anytime soon.
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