Well not really! After all I call Phoenix AZ home. It is getting cold or what is cold for us.
Fall has always been my favorite time of year. It seemed like a calmer happier time of year to me as a child. Looking back I don’t know that it really was. My childhood was not the easiest but some how Fall always seemed better. Maybe it was something I created with in myself to feel like things were going to change. Watching the trees change colors and knowing in the Spring they would get new leaves. The cold air felt crisp and clean. Maybe it was because I’ve always been one not to hang on to what we cannot change and look ahead. Hope for the future and better things to come.
In no way am I trying to paint the picture of a terrible childhood. There were many things…
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