It happens every year.
After a blissful summer of friends, cocktails, and sand, we wrap up summer and round the corner towards cooler weather. Fall calls to me, it whispers beguilingly, with its distinct smell of turning leaves and the delicious promise of hot cider. Through the crisp, cool air, I swear I can hear the cheering in the football stadium; I feel the wool of my fisherman’s sweater. I’m flooded with memories again and again.
College didn’t disappoint. The hills in central Pennsylvania are covered with brilliant foliage; the football games and tailgate parties were just as I imagined; the fisherman’s sweaters and conviviality, even better. These things come flying back to me, year after year, as I look forward to another fresh start—even more than I do at the turn of the New Year.
Fall is by far my favorite season. I love the fashion, cooler weather and everything about it!