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Tues, Oct. 8

... I can sing a rainbow

I'm not usually a big fan of fall. I don't like to be reminded that summer's over and winter is on its way--I much prefer spring, when the same temperatures have the hint of summer in the air, rather than the threat of cold.

This year, though, I'm enjoying fall more than I usually do. I still don't like the really cold days, but it's such a beautiful time of year. The trees around here are picture-perfect... they've taken their time changing colors, and every day is a slightly different, more vivid picture than the day before.

It's not like I haven't lived in this neighborhood for the past three falls, or driven through it every fall of my life, or lived on a farm with trees everywhere. I've done all of those things, but for some reason, this fall just seems to be more... "fall-like." I don't know why, but it's just more what it should be like.

It seems like every day, I'm just struck with something fresh about it. Even the chill in the air isn't so foreboding as it usually is.

I was on campus today, and it was so quintessentially fall. I don't know how else to say it than that. The leaves were yellow, red, orange, brown, falling gently from the trees. Students were walking around with backpacks, alone and in small groups. It was warm enough to be comfortable, but chilly enough for sweaters and jackets.

Like I said, I don't know what it was, but there was just something about the day.
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posted at 9:04 p.m.

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