I love autumn.

I love the leaves.

I love when the leaves crunch under my step.

I love autumn walks.

I love wearing a warm coat on my walks.

I love the coffee cup in my hand.

I love the taste of warm oat milk and cinnamon.

I love the rain.

I love staring at the sky through my clear umbrella.

I love the sound of foxes playing in the night.

I love the smell of butternut soup.

I love it when my nose drips into my scarf when it’s a little too cold.

I love it when my nails are painted a deep red.

I love it when my lips are painted plumb.

I love wearing jumpers everywhere and at any time.

I love seeing the shops prepare for Halloween.

I love the thought of going to a Halloween party.

I love staying in on Halloween, chocolate in hand, ‘You’ve Got Mail’ in the background.

I love looking out my window and seeing deciduous trees quivering in the breeze.

I love it when mushy auburn leaves gather at the feet of the deciduous trees.

I love the family of mushrooms at the bottom of my garden.

I love how dark it gets after four o’clock.

I love the honey-toned glow from the streetlamps.

I love that in autumn, everything is a little more mysterious, a little more magical.

I love that in autumn, it feels like anything can happen.

Most of all, I love how autumn makes me feel – wholly, completely, and incandescently inspired.