The First Day Of Fall

Waking up to a sky less bright. An almost frosty morning. One that holds enough chill that you snuggle into your blankets for one extra minute before wrapping yourself in a robe on your way to make coffee.

The house is cold for the first time in months because you didn’t think to close the windows before going to bed. You’ll need to start remembering to do that now that the air is crisp.

There’s a blanket over you lap while you take that first sip of coffee. Cold hands warming on the hot ceramic mug. It’s the first morning in a long time that you never set your mug down.

It seems like a more quiet day than yesterday.

The afternoon sky is sunny and blue; the humidity of summer feels like a memory. There’s warmth from the sun, but the air remains just cool enough that a sweatshirt is a comfortable choice when you take the dog for a walk. Your coat remains in the closet.

For the first time in months, you want soup for dinner. A delicious soup, filled with harvest vegetables newly in season. And maybe those buttery cheddar biscuits you’ve noticed at the grocery store for months.

It’s nearly dark by 8pm, and you know it won’t be long before you snuggle back under your cozy covers.

I don’t know about you, but I always love when the first day of fall really feels like the first day of fall.