I know it seems trendy and bandwagon-ish to rave about the coming of fall - boots and scarves and pumpkin spice lattes - so I won't. To be honest I don't really care for fall colors; I find them drab. Colors aside, all the trappings of fall are nice enough, but they have little to do with why I love the season. For me it is almost singularly a matter of degrees. Summer haze makes me drowsy and lazy (and hot). Fall crisp makes me feel alive.
I can take my first (literal) deep breath in months without choking on the humidity. It is invigorating.
I want to move the most basic of daily activities outdoors. Eating, reading, sleeping.
So last week, we did.
Here's a little gallery of our first fall days. I hope there are many more to come.