Fall is my favorite season. The leaves are starting to turn. The air, crisp, chill. To wear a corduroy trench coat. The smell. It has a distinct smell. Of dying leaves and beginning dormancy of things. Every season has its own feeling and its own smell. I like overcast, chilly, fall days. Foggy fall days.
I sorted football players at work today. Some of the pictures were hilarious, and I had to laugh by myself. Woe is me. (insert smirking smiley) :-)
1 comment:
OK, I have to ask - what does "sorting football players" involve?
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