i believe in fall.

i believe in its air.

the temperature and smell that only exist

a few short months of the year.

i believe it its colors.

the oranges and reds and golden yellows

that drop with the wind and crunch under boots.

i believe in its smells.

the cinnamon and maple and pumpkin that seem to seep into

every corner of every room.

i believe in fall. 

in the magic it posses.

in its ability to make me feel alive.

in the power it has to inspire change.

i believe in fall

and this year,

i think fall believes in me too.