The change in seasons isn’t something I’m used to. There’s a magic to fall that I never experienced outside of Thanksgiving commercials and pumpkin flavored things. I always thought it would be a slower progression. The way the word indicates it happens. Fall. Like a slow collapse from one season to another. But I guess when you’re more focused on the exciting moments of your life, it’s easy to miss even the most obvious of things, like the world changing around you. Like the trees stripping bare. Because I swear one day I woke up and stepped outside, and I stepped into October in Cambridge.
