We Aren't the Same

Fall feels like a swirl lately.

I love this season. It’s my favorite, and I lived without her for nearly 30 years. I’m thrilled to be reunited with her crisp mornings, the colors she paints the trees, the chance to look out my window and see an entirely new scene.

But I have this strange sense of FOMO. I feel like I’m not soaking her up like I should. Isn…