love fall, I do.

I find myself always craving the combination of a pumpkin spice latte, the rain, and an over sized knit sweater.

Fall is when storms come unapologetically and demand attention.

And when they come, all one can do is sit and gaze at this totally glorious show of God.

If you look closely, you will see old men stomping in puddles, glancing to see if anyone is watching them.

It holds many days in which I wish I had brought my camera.

Pumpkin pie is good year round, but when the leaves fall, it comes boldly, free of shame.

Its days like these when I wish he were finally here, whoever he is.

And its days like these that I thank the heavens he isn't my treasure, or I'd be broke.

Strut your stuff, beautiful.