“Live in each season as it passes; breathe the air, drink the drink, taste the fruit,
and resign yourself to the influence of the earth.”
― Henry David Thoreau

I can feel fall in the air even as the sun shines strong. Fall is by far my favorite season, a bit ahead of spring. They are the shifting seasons, the ones that wake me up, and often bring me to my knees to get a closer look. The plums and apples ripen and fall off the trees, and we pick the last of the tomatoes. I cut flowers to bring inside and head to the fish market to get fish for the freezer. We go to bed with the windows open, only to reach for the blanket down by our feet in the middle of the night because we are cold. Fall brings a sense of coziness and hope, both which I need desperately.

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