I've never liked the fall season. Like, ever. I despised having to color pumpkins and leaves in elementary school. I hate the color brown. In my mind, it just represents dying. The colorless winter. I've always thought of it as so dull. Ugh. So yeah. I don't like it. But tonight, I attended a gathering with several people. I didn't really know these people. So there was an "I'm the new kid" awkwardness for me. I need'int worry. I fit right in. Instant laughter. A truly fun night. As I sat there, on that back patio with a propane heater (because the suffocating heat is finally gone), a jean jacket, a chill in the air, burgers on the grill, drinks in hand, laughter, stories, and the sparkling kindness in humanity, I began to see this season differently. There's a delight that comes with that crisp feel in the atmosphere. The "are my ears just cold enough for me to go inside or can I sit here a moment longer" taste in the air. Surely peo...
Sometimes it's crazy. Sometimes it's calm.