I miss Fall, I miss feeling brand new. They say that fall is a time for death but I feel completely opposite. The leaves on the ground, the smells in the air. I feel brand new. I feel refreshed and as though my world is being reborn. I feel whole and warm, even if it’s cold outside. It is my favorite season. I love to take photographs of the streets covered in leaves, the trees bare, the grass no longer green. I do not consider the pictures beautiful because I have taken them, but beautiful because of the world itself. If there were ever a time to believe in God, it would be when I look through that lense and see the world more clearly than I ever have before.

The smell of fall is everything you could ever hope for. It’s like…well, frankly, it’s like even if my whole world feels like it’s crashing, I can take the time to just smell the air and for a moment everything is okay.