It's the first day of October. As far as I am concerned, that means fall is here.
Yesterday was the perfect fall day. We have this big beautiful courtyard outside our dorm, and I sat outside for a while. The ground was covered with fallen leaves, and every time a little gust of wind came, more leaves would dance toward the ground. It was a little chilly and I wore a sweater but sat in the sun. It was beautiful.
For some reason, this year I've been looking forward to fall an extra lot. I think it's partially because I think of school starting and fall coming as synonymous. Obviously that's not true, and going to classes while it still feels like summer is a certain kind of torture. It's harder to get into school and doing work when it still seems like summer.
Fall is my favorite time of year. I don't think this is unique even a little bit. Fall is just so cozy. Fall is when I wrap up in blankets, and wear big sweaters and boots all the time. Fall is brisk walks outside and leaving the windows open all day. Fall is browns and reds and yellows and oranges in their pretties forms. Fall is the ideal time to curl up with books and hot tea, and enjoy the way it feels like a luxury. Fall is a certain kind of living when taking moments to myself is easiest and most rewarding.
I love fall. I'm so glad it finally came.