Fall is just about the best thing ever.
Fall rocks.
Fall is changing leaves, pumpkins, Indian corn and cider.
Fall is crisp leaves being blown down the sidewalk.
Fall is my most favoritest time of year.
Okay, fine, it happens to include another new season of television shows. So sue me.
I love many things.
I love holidays, I love my family. I'm particularly in love with my niece who is turning one-year-old. But dammit, if I don't also love t.v.
I flippin' love it.
I love happy endings. I love possibility and hope. I love love.
And if crisp leaves down empty sidewalks reminds me that love lives. And if fictitional characters say the things that I want to say in the face of love. And if hope lives because I do.
Well, then - I blame it on Fall. On beautiful, perfect, precious Fall.
4 comments:
I love you.
The trouble with basing our judgement of life on the new fall tv scedule is they have much better writers than real life has. I think it was D. Parker who said,"Female novelists starve, female poets commit suicide and female screenwriters have breakfast at poolside." One of the 47 side gigs has to be a screen play (or a TV pilot) Just a thought. Steve
I too love Fall. If one of the seasons has to be tied to romance why not Fall. Sure swimsuits in summer can be sexy and horsedrawn sleighs in Winter do seem tempting but nothing compares with cuddling up on a chilly Fall evening and watching the bon fire blaze. By the way I thought I was the only one who used phrases like "most favoritest" and "most bestest".
You're most sweetest for the response
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