The joy of fall

I can feel fall in the breeze, whispering around the final tendrils of summer warmth lingering in the air. My favorite time of year. The crispness in the air; warm sweaters and steaming mugs of hot chocolate. Longer nights for stargazing, turning our breath into tiny white puffs. Children in costumes gathering their sweets. Pumpkin stew and red wine. A thinning of the worlds hailing our ancestors return, for one night. Thanksgivings and Yule tree’s, twinkling with baubles. Family and friends gathering with love and joy. A new year, a rebirth. A time for rest and renewal.