Slowly, we are moving towards the season of snow and ice, which is ushered in by the annual autumn festival of color provided by the leaves of trees. The vivid greens of summer give way to the bright oranges and reds of fall. It is the beginning of the gradual descent of leaves from branch to earth floor whose music is only heard when there are footfalls.
It is the time to put away the summer whites and dig up the clothing suitable for nippy mornings. It is the time when that favorite sweater takes its place at the front of the closet. It is the time when those warm, fuzzie slippers feel wonderful when one takes the first steps of a new day. It is the season of football and basketball and homecoming for many.
Although I shall miss the days of summer, I look forward to the new season and its pagentry of oranges, reds, and browns. It is a pleasant interlued before the ascent of the icy white of winter.
It is the time to put away the summer whites and dig up the clothing suitable for nippy mornings. It is the time when that favorite sweater takes its place at the front of the closet. It is the time when those warm, fuzzie slippers feel wonderful when one takes the first steps of a new day. It is the season of football and basketball and homecoming for many.
Although I shall miss the days of summer, I look forward to the new season and its pagentry of oranges, reds, and browns. It is a pleasant interlued before the ascent of the icy white of winter.
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