It’s my favorite time of the year. I love the colors. I love the chill that nips at your feet when you think you can still wear sandals without consequences. I love sweaters. I’m a jeans and sweater type of girl. And my bearpaw boots, lovvvvvvve them. They are the perfect kind of shoe to wear when it’s a little chilly but it’s still warm enough to wear a t-shirt. I also love writing stories around this time because of the way everything flourished throughout spring and summer but it comes to this comatose type of life during the autumn. And even when everything appears dead and barren, especially during the winter, you know something still lives underneath the emptiness. It’s deliciously terrifying to wonder what lives under what you cannot easily see. So that’s why I love autumn.