Two weeks ago, I walked down this stairway on a trail in Cheesequake Park. The leaves hadn't changed color. Abundant, lush green foliage was everywhere. The chipmunks dashed about in the underbrush. It was still warm.
Yesterday, as I was driving around I noticed many of the maples had taken on their bright autumn hues. When I woke up this morning, it was forty-six degrees on our back porch. It seems we went from summer to fall in a matter of days. I don't mind. I love the cooler weather. This is my favorite season. Crisp, cool air energizes me.
What's your favorite season, and why?
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