I'm ready for fall. I'm not wishing away the summer of me by any means - it's been fabulous so far, but I'm itching.
Itching for the first cool breeze, so I can drive to work with my sunroof open and feel the autumn air kiss my cheeks in greeting. I'm ready for a sip of my first caramel apple spice of the season - to feel the whipped cream soothe, after the cider burns my tongue. (Because let's be honest, I'm never patient enough to wait to drink it). I'm ready for the first smell of crispness - where you can just tell by the air that everything is fresh and ready to transition into this.
Fall never disappoints me. It welcomes me with its apples and pumpkins, letting me know it's okay to don jackets and a light scarf or two, and then gently says goodbye as the colder temperatures of winter settle in.
So I'll enjoy the rest of the summer. I'll make plans, put on sunscreen, and attend a barbeque or two, but I'll be waiting. To scratch that itch. To jump into the season like children jump into raked leaves. Ready to greet it like I would a long-lost friend.
I'm waiting friend. Ready when you are.
(Photo: Design Crush)