Labor Day means the end of summer-- the end of lemonade stands and watermelon seed spitting. The fireflies will sleep for the winter and the heat lighting will fade into the cool nights. Swim suits will be traded for scarves and bare toes will hide inside warm socks.
Maybe I say this about every season when the time arrives, but fall is my favorite season. The brisk chill on my face feels so refreshing in comparison to the blistering heat of summer. Best of all, it's my birthday season! Fall means pumpkin spice and running through leaves, wearing warm sweaters and enjoying cool nights under the stars in sleeping bags. Fall brings people together because while everyone travels and gallivants during the summer, everyone treks home to settle down for fall: homecoming, thanksgiving, my birthday (did I mention my birthday?!).
I missed out on a lot of the fall last year because of my life in Tanzania, but I am thrilled to be settled into a beautiful part of the country where I can watch the colors change and see another season.
They say you have to see all four seasons in a place before it feels like home. I've just checked summer off the list and I'm waiting patiently for it to feel a little more like home.
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