The wind chills and has a vague scent of spices and hay. Parties with pumpkin carving, homemade root beer (in a witch's brew) and Jumping-For-Donuts. Drives through the hills covered by chameleon-like leafy covered trees. The earth smells like it should.
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I love the fall in Logan. It is my very favorite. I love the cold, but not to cold and the smell of it. I wish that it could be that way everywhere forever.
Isn't it beautiful? When it gets all fall-like, I just want to sit outside and stare at things and contemplate life (which generally isn't my nature). Perhaps that's why I like it though. Then when the cold comes, I start hating life, rather than contemplating it.
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