I know it’s fall because the brake lights shone bright on my way home from work this evening. I have memories, as a kid, of darkness falling on the road and ribbons of red and white lights winding down the freeway or boulevard.
I know it’s fall because the air has cooled by morning, and a cup of tea gets paired with some long socks to ward off the slight chill on my shorts clad legs.
I know it’s fall because I’m sleepy in the afternoons and want to curl up for a nap rather than finish the work day.
I know it’s fall because it was dark when we all sat down to dinner this evening, and the room had a cozy, artificially lit atmosphere.
Because I know it’s fall, Ella Fitzgerald and Bing Crosby take up the airways in the office, and Dean Martin and Billie Holiday.
Because I know it’s fall, I want to take the afternoon off and make pumpkin muffins or get some hot cider going on the stove.
Because it’s fall, I make a second cup of tea -or maybe three: one in the morning, one at my desk, and one in the evening.
Because it’s fall I’m reminiscent and happy and always have a love song in my head.
Do you have fall traditions?
me this time 
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