I'm happily walking into and through fall on my way to winter.
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I’m happily walking into and through fall on my way to winter.
Actually I call it autumn, but what does it matter"
Fall and I think of turning leaves. I imagine the sound as we kick our legs and feet through piles of crackle. Fall and I long for cosy sweaters and puffer jackets; the coming of the cooler temperatures is a joy for me. Fall is the start of frosty mornings, cold cheeks and the lingering vapour of a chilly breath. In Europe it means shorter days and twinkly evenings. Some find the end of summer hard to bear; I am fortunate to find it rejuvenating.

I am a cold weather girl.

Cooler days put a spring in my step and make me think of long hikes in the countryside or through urban parks. This moment I can hear the sound of raking as the leaves are pushed from their scattered patterns into orderly mess. Fallen leaves make me want to run and jump, toss them all about and let them soar. Silly and childish I know; but that is what autumn means to me.
We didn’t grow up with the tradition of Halloween and while it gathers momentum as a time of celebration in Europe, it is not a holiday I actively engage in. Autumn for many conjures up glowing pumpkins and costumes, simmering spices and trick or treat candies.

I welcome the change of season for the activities and for the colour.

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