The tender kiss of fall

By , Glendale, AZ
The sweet smell of fall.
When taking a foot step, you can hear the crunch of the leafs on the soft grass.
The part when you rake the leafs to a pile, then jump into them is a memory of how it use to be.
To wake up in the morning to smell sweet cinnomin pancakes and maple bacon.
To go outside and smell nature knocking on your door.
Then coming inside for dinner, to smell pumpkin pie and the dilicious wonders that lye on the table cloth, along with a loving happy family to celebrate fall.





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