"I'm so glad I live in a world where there are Octobers" L.M. Montgomery Anne of Green Gables
Crisp fall mornings pulling on my cognac leather fry boots over skinny jeans feels right. Autumn has its own delights. I wait all year for the simple joy of wearing this fall attire. Adding an extra layer - a sweater or a turtle neck - keeps me too hot in the early Carolina evenings, but just right as the sun goes down. I have a strong desire to watch a cyclocross race while ringing a cow bell, drinking a beer and trying to keep an unruly dog in check.
Despite the delights, getting out of bed in fall mornings is difficult. My 81 year old house is drafty and my bedroom the coldest room in the house during fall and winter. The solution is a piping hot cup of coffee calling me out of bed. I'll slide into purple Lululemon sweat pants and an oversized ugly sweater and trundle into the kitchen to boil water for my French Press. It's time to curl up on my couch with my journal and coffee to write my morning pages. The morning birds are quiet, everything is still, I've woken up in the dark and it will be a while before I see the morning sun. It feels like i'm the only one in the world.
Running in the fall is what runners wait for all year. The cool mornings require perfect layering so that you're warm on the inside but not too hot. When you step outside on a Saturday morning you can see your breath. If you leave early enough for your run the sun is just coming up and you'll most likely see a misty morning sky with perfect colors.
Sunday drives in the mountains during leaf season are perfect for taking the long way home, gawking and pulling over to the side of road and taking pictures.
Sometimes I wish October could last forever.