You notice a new sharpness in the air. Not soft and lazy like summer. Fall air is tense, rigid; you notice too the wind it no longer wants to be friendly and warm now it seems bent on causing trouble. Swirling leaves around your feet, tugging at your hat, as if it wants to play a game of tag. The newly cold air bites at your ears. Nipping away, saying “go dig out a hat you fool before I cause some real damage!” You don’t want to admit that winter is coming, but it’s gnawing on your head, blatantly obvious.
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