Autumn has always been my favorite time of year. There is something about its waning days of light and warmth.
Colorful trees paint the landscape. A plethora of hunting seasons have started. Fish feed aggressively. They are preparing for the cold days ahead.
Sitting around a campfire looking at a night sky filled with millions of stars is magical. The smell of wood smoke from campfires and chimneys drifts through the air.
Geese fly overhead as they head south in their V-formation. They honk reassurance to one another. Squirrels rattle through dried leaves as they dig to bury acorns.
The hike up a long, winding hill is worth it when you reach the top and look out over the patchwork quilt of colors that spread out before you.
All too soon, the light will be gone. Days will become short. Nights long.
