I miss fall. The colors. The smells. The tastes.
Just about every state north of Texas would laugh at what we call fall. Sure the temperatures are much cooler than what they were a month ago.
But the air lacks a certain crispness. A certain smell of apples and spice.
Not that I'm not grateful for the cooler temperatures. I am. Especially after the Hotter than Hell that was August.
But Texas fall just feels like a farce, a slightly cooler summer.
Being a native Texan, I always thought it was a true fall. Until I lived in Boston.
I love Texas, but I miss fall.