I love the smell wind at dusk when the leaves are brushing on the road from the drivers on their way home.
When the cool is cold enough for a cardigan and to cause a nip of butterflies, but not enough to shiver.
I love the way the dirt smells right when its getting cold and the grass is getting its afternoon watering.
All when the wind blows it scents into the air.
I love fall. It reminds me that it’s okay to change, and okay to stay the same.
It reminds me that no matter how slowly, or quickly change happens, I can embrace it.
I can breathe it all in. All of its sweetness, bitterness, wisdom, emotion, and freedom.