There’s something about fall. Something about the sound of the leaves as they “Crisp, Crisp, Crisp” beneath my feet. The wind at my back. Pushing me onward, reminding me that this too will pass. Winter will not only come and go, but it will also press on through. Before we know it, it will be March. No, June. What will happen then? I don’t know. All I know is the feeling of the warm sun on my face. This is fall. Pure bliss. Bliss. Pure bliss.