The crisp in the air, the wafting spice, that certain flavor of fall, *sigh. I miss wearing my coats and boots. I love dressing up for this season.
I miss Downers Grove. I miss Chicago. I miss autumn. I’ve decided last year that my favorite season is fall. There’s something about it, a certain melancholy that I find beautiful and ironically, reassuring. Reassuring of things ending with such grandeur. I love autumn colors, how somehow things are more intense, more vivid.
And how somehow, people reminisce more.
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