As the air cools and the days get shorter, we find ourselves spending more time outside these days. But that’s nothing new: this time of year is always my favorite for taking walks, and the other day was no exception.
My love for fall knows no end. This time every year, I always feel like we live in a movie for a few weeks as the leaves change and the old houses in our neighborhood, peaking through shades of orange and yellow, become even more charming than usual. The whole city seems to burst with life and color and I always find myself so grateful to live here during the last few months of the year. It’s almost like a little reward for making it though the borderline unbearably hot summers we have.
The other morning, after dropping the boys off at school and stopping by the renovation house to check on the progress, PJ, Anna and I took a stroll to take in the season before everything turns brown and wet in the next few weeks. Our autumns are beautiful but short: only a few weeks of truly magic atmospheres and then it’s dark and cold for winter. Which, I don’t mind much. There’s a certain wonder and coziness to winter that forces you to be extra intentional with your time and, in turn, your happiness.
It’s truly the best time of the year, isn’t it?