I don’t have children so the fervor of back to school shouldn’t really affect me- and yet it does. Not in the crazy shopping mall frenzy way that it hits parents and students, but I feel something nonetheless.  It isn’t a dread or an excitement……it’s a kind of melancholy. Spring is the season of growth & rebirth. A beginning- where as Fall feels like an ending of sorts. It’s the seasonal equivalent to “wrapping up the year, all down hill from this point.”

Comforts of the Fall(en)

I like the warm days & crisp nights, sweaters & fuzzy socks, cold noses & soup under a blanket. Fall is my favorite season by far. I love it. Yet every time it comes around, I can’t help but feel a little sad.