My toes are warm and my fingers are jealous…

It was pretty day. I really love fall. The leaves are falling off of the trees and cover peoples yards in gold, yellow and browning snow flakes. You walk on the side walks and hear the rustling under your feet….a slight breeze dusts the sky with the vibrant colors. The air is a lot cooler too. I love fall. The change, the seeing of life die, just to know it will be reborn in the spring. I feel a little envious. Im a little nervous about winter though.

 I don’t like to be cold. I’d rather be hot, sitting under the sun on a rock back home in the desert…back home in California…where the seasons don’t really change but the people do. Funny how that works. Here in the midwest, you see the seasons change but not the people. 

I like walking in piles of leaves too. I like to hear the sound it makes. Its pretty soothing. Not wet leaves though. They’re sticky and well..sticky..haha…but dry crisp leaves, in the dry crisp air. Im all bundled up in my big brown jacket, a scarf wrapped around my neck, little white gloves on my hand..and I can see the faint traces of my breath as it greets the air. I really love fall.  Ohhh and the scenery as I drive to St. Louis, the rolling hills covered in the color of fall, for miles. Absolutely stunning…and breath taking. I am usually in my car alone, and although it’s beautiful just to me, I wish I could share it with some one too. Cruising down I55….80mph, the sun roof tilted, and the faint smell of a farmer burning his field….I love fall…and I am going to miss it when I’m gone….if I ever get to leave…I miss New York City….I want to fall there….