I was at work yesterday when the clouds rolled in and the rain started to fall. The wind picked up and it turned into a dreary, wet, cold autumn day.
Autumn is such a romantic time of year in my eyes. There are warm smells coming from the kitchen. There are cozy sweaters and comfy scarves. There are cuddles under blankets and snuggles to keep warm. There are steaming hot chocolates and spiced ciders. There is a crispness to the air that sharpens your step and there are colors surrounding you that set fire to your eyes.
It’s the time of year for your favorite, comfiest sweater, a wooly pair of socks, and scarves for days.
It’s the time of year to put away the rosé, the crisp whites… and break out he big, full, juicy reds.
It’s the time of year to buy a big hunk of meat and roast it on low for hours and hours so the whole apartment smells like tomatoes and garlic and herbs and juices.
Thanks for finally showing up, autumn. I can already tell you were worth the wait.