"Besides the Autumn poets sing
A few prosaic days
A little this side of the snow
And that side of the Haze...
Grant me, Oh Lord, a sunny mind—
Thy windy will to bear!"
Nothing is more wonderful than the first crisp, chilly day in September. The feeling of wrapping up in your warmest sweater while drinking your morning coffee on the porch, puling on wool socks before your loafers, and the chill on your face when walking from point A to point B could not make me want more. It is strange and brilliant how happy the change of the seasons make me.
I pulled out my brunt orange and creamy brown colored clothing today, to celebrate this change in the weather. I little stroll through a nearby trail was my morning. I can't wait for the rest of the season to begin.