If only I were a bird. I would fly state to state checking out which had the most beautiful fall colors. In the state of Washington I see the fall colors starting to come out on a few trees. The vines plastered along the freeway walls have already changed to a beauty golden yellow and burnt orange.
Fall is the season that I feel the happiest. The colors, the cold, the rain, the sweaters, the pumpkin spice, the feeling. At night my windows stay open so I can feel the cold air on my face while I wrapped myself up in cozy blankets. Actually helps me sleeping. In the morning I put on my soft blue robe with coffee cups all over and drink my freshly brewed coffee wishing that this season could last forever.
