Sometimes I truly love the fall. The colours seem almost unreal, gold, amber, and deep red leaves drifting through the air like tiny brushstrokes. The scent of damp grass, pine trees, and woodsmoke has a way of slowing everything down, inviting you to breathe a little deeper and appreciate the changing season.

But fall also brings a different kind of feeling. As the air grows colder and frost begins to gather in the mornings, I can’t help but feel a quiet uncertainty. There’s something about the shorter days and the hint of snow in the clouds that makes time feel slippery, as if the year is rushing toward its end faster than would like.

So I meet fall with both warmth and hesitation, grateful for its beauty, yet mindful of the way it reminds me that everything changes, ready or not.

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