We just welcomed fall last week, and since California doesn’t offer much in terms of seasons, I’m really excited to experience real fall for the first time.
Fall looks like the leaves on the trees on the top of the mountain changing colors.
Fall sounds like Coldplay’s “Till Kingdom Come” because it’s currently my favorite song, and I like it much better than the inescapable “Call Me Maybe” from this summer. And now it’s stuck in your head. Hey, I just met you, and this is crazy…
Fall smells like cinnamon rolls. Bonus: our apartment is so small (cozy?) that turning on the oven to make said cinnamon rolls is currently enough to keep it warm.
Fall tastes like warm hot chocolate with marshmallows in our special snowman cups.
Fall feels like being wrapped in a fuzzy blanket and crisp air when you get too close to the window in the morning.