So a couple of weeks ago we left South Florida to experience a real Autumn:
— the kind with trees so intensely red and orange that they put you in a kind of trance…
…the kind with so many crunchy leaves that they can be piled up high enough to hide in,
…the kind where you can wear a full-body orca costume for Halloween and not overheat,
…the kind with a chill in the air that warrants actual sweaters…
…and even coats,
…the kind where you sit around a real fire pit roasting marshmallows and singing Beatles songs until way past bedtime:
Now that we’re home again, we’re back to bed on time, back to our very green trees and short sleeves. But Finn knows now what Autumn means.
And I have a feeling we’ll be making s’mores again late one night sometime very soon, even if it’s just in the upper sixties.