Every Leaf Speaks Bliss.

"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.