Falling in love with bites of crisp, sweet, green apples tinged with blush and warmed by the afternoon sun in the orchard. With lingering beach days, full of cliff jumping, body surfing, burrito eating, and marshmallow roasting, sandy, towel wrapped, and sitting by a fire. With the scent of tangerine oil, in a cloud as I release the fruity hints into the air with the peeling of a citrus, fresh from the garden. With rhythmically splitting wood into piles of tinder for fires to come. With laying in the leaf-strewn moss, and watching the clouds roll past through the branches of an ever dwindling collection of auburn and golden foliage, the sure sign of Fall.