Fall is in the air. A relief after the scorcher summer we’ve had. Even I have to admit that it feels pretty good. I am a summer girl through and through. But there is still something very special about crisp autumn days. Invigorating. A cool fall morning has a special clarity that summer mornings lack. I will certainly miss lazy summer days, and I wish winter would never come, but I do still enjoy this time of year. And fall brings so many awesome things with it. Chunky sweaters and flannel shirts, boots and bonfires, s’mores and hot cider, stargazing and raking leaves. There is always good to find if you know where to look.
Fall always takes me back to when I was a kid. We used to go camping every year right around this time. Everything was an adventure. From cooking over a campfire to flashlight tag after dark to cold midnight bathroom trips. There was a special kind of magic to those few autumn days. I think part of that magic was the time spent together as a family. Just us, no distractions. No work, no school, no TV. Not even any books. Just the good, old-fashioned kind of fun we could make with each other and our imaginations. We have always been a close-knit family, but still there was something special about those camping trips.
These days, fall makes me want to curl up under a crocheted afghan from my great-aunt with a mug of hot tea in one hand and the TV remote in the other. Warm and cozy and relaxed. A perfect fall evening. Well, almost. Add a special someone to snuggle with, and the picture would be perfectly complete. I don’t know why, but autumn days make my single status an even lonelier place to be than usual. No use wishing for what isn’t I guess. I just have to enjoy the upsides of the season and trust that everything will work out for the best. But hey, that’s life.