Crisp fall air peaks senses, memory
I push the front door open and step outside to feel the crisp, fall air brush across my face as I watch for the bus to come by my house.
I never enjoyed riding the bus to school, but I loved the chance it gave me to think about fall and all the joys it would bring. It&8217;s a childhood memory that has always stuck with me.
The season somehow finds a way to bring people together and to create lasting memories. As trees turn bright hues of yellow, orange and, my personal favorite &045; fiery red, our brains turn to thoughts of football games and family dinners.
Just down the road from our office the fair has come to town. Some kids will get to enjoy their first delicious taste of caramel apples or their first exhilarating ride on the ferris wheel.
In towns all over, moms and kids will begin bundling up under blankets to watch their favorite team on the field. Stores are already covered with the signs of the season. Harvest d/cor covers the aisles with spooky costumes lurking behind.
I can already feel my fingertips tingle in anticipation of the softness of my fall sweaters, the warmth of a cup of hot chocolate and the bite of frost on my car door.