I love fall. I'm pretty sure I've said that enough times where you aren't surprised anymore.
I love crisp mornings and I love bright blue, wispy cloud days. I love that the leaves know to change colors and fall when the wind blows them off of their trees.
I love that when I drive up to my parents house, I top a hill and see vast white cotton fields starting to bloom on my right and on my left.
Fall doesn't seemed rush to me. It's the season where colors change and so do I. The season before the hustle and bustle. The season where things can be enjoyed, slowly and peacefully before everything gets loud again.
The fall is the time where things seem peaceful and more restful.