We’ve been doing many of the same activities that we did before fall arrived, but I’ve noticed they now feel different to me.
On our run this morning, I felt so cold at first and then slowly I warmed up and felt comfortable. Not overheated or too sweaty as I felt just a few weeks ago. Instead, I was incredibly content. It was just perfect.
Last night, we went on a date to the Boulder bookstore. We headed out (all bundled up!) just after seven and it was pitch black out. (I think it had been dark out for an hour or so by that point.) Lights from the stores cast shadows on Pearl Street. The air was so crisp and chilly. Leaves were scattered across the sidewalk. It was lovely and romantic and felt so fall.
I LOVE the beginning of fall! Isn’t it great?
Happy New Year! And I can’t wait to see pictures from your honeymoon!
And to think, I moved to Philly so that I could have a real fall, and it’s been rainy and miserable here. sigh
It was really rainy Friday and Saturday, but yesterday I kept noticing throughout the course of our errand-running that the air felt crisper and cooler, and that it was starting to feel like fall. The darkness in the mornings is what’s hard for me (and I don’t even have to get up that early!). Not much leaf-changing yet, though.