Falling

The red oak out front is just starting to turn colors, while many of the other trees around are filling the air with bright oversized confetti. I love Fall. I love Spring too — both seasons are about potentiality, whereas Winter and Summer simply are what they are. Fall is my favorite. I love the tinge of melancholy, that metallic taste in the air, bringing out the blankets and sweaters, and savoring warm cups of tea and unexpected brisk breezes. I love that Fall simply gets cooler and cooler (as opposed to Spring, with the threat of Summer, hot on its heels). There's a cold front working its way through today. It's oatmeal for breakfast tomorrow morning, the slow-cooked kind made overnight, with its snuggly scent wafting through the house. My toes might get cold, but I'm glad.