The first feeling of Autumn came today.
It sent a chill up my spine and
made me want to bite into a deep red, shiny apple.
Pumpkin pie tastes better when the air has a bite to it
and running gets better when my lungs burn with the cold.
Fall is my favorite time of the year.
I can light a fire in the fire place, find a blanket, and
listen to the crackle of the fire.
In Florida, there is no color change,
but I manage somehow.
I compensate with pictures and countless apples.
Someday, I'll go North for fall and see the real thing.
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