"Delicious autumn! My soul is wedded to it, and if I were a bird I would fly about the earth seeking the successive autumns." -George Eliot
Crunching Leaves underneath my feet.
Over-sized sweaters.
Chai-Tea.
Rustle of the wind in the trees.
Reading the Classics.
Mumford & Sons.
Boots.
Long fuzzy socks.
Big woolly blankets.
Taking walks.
Scarves.
Writing letters.
Hot Coco.
Wind rushing through my hair.
Staring out my window.
Unbelievable sunsets.
Playing guitar.
Homecoming.
Bonfires.
Indie/Folk Music.
Homemade cookies.
Vanilla Candles.
Jumping in piles of leaves.
Crisp air.
Cornstalks.
Apple Cider.
Carving Pumpkins.
Flushed cheeks.
Morning oatmeal.
Caramel Apples.
