magic

from my journal...scuse me while i wax poetic for a hot minute.

do i write about it every single year when i get the first tastes of fall? probably. it's the most delicious feeling in the whole wide world.

you walk outside, and you immediately sense something different. there's a crisp, tangy smell in the air, slightly smoky, slightly acrid from decaying leaves. then you feel it–the brisk little breeze with an edge, like lazy summer is over and it means business. the sky is bright blue, the puffy clouds are out in full force...and besides, there's a tiny squirt walking around the park with a puppy over her shoulder, and white-blonde curls all the way down her back and then some.

then there are pumpkin spice lattes...or pumpkin spice white mochas =]...and hoodies and caps and scarves, but still light floaty scarves that match the mood of bonfires and driving with the windows down...