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“Autumn is a second spring where every leaf is a flower.” —Albert Camus

Driving along Shaker Boulevard yesterday, I couldn’t help but notice autumn has certainly arrived—and that was before I remembered it was actually the first day of fall. A few leaves are boldly beginning to change hues, and I swear the sun was shining with an only-during-fall sepia glow.

Each season holds its own special meaning to me, but I’ve come to realize fall truly is my favorite. Besides the sartorial wonders of chunky sweaters, layered scarves and a rotation of boots, the season is associated with so many of my most beloved things.

Food, to start. Pumpkin pie and pumpkin spice lattes, bushels of apples and hot apple cider, butternut squash and zucchini bread, Halloween candy and turkey day looming on the horizon.

There are the football teams to root for and tailgates to attend. Apple picking and breathing in the crisp air. Piles of leaves and gray days that encourage snuggling deeper under the covers.

If spring is the season of rebirth and life, it might be hard not to consider fall a time of endings and decay. But for me, it’s not. Fall is a time of change, and that in itself is a form of reawakening. It’s an excuse for fresh starts.

For me, fall is always a reminder to get out and enjoy life, friends, nature—and yes—new clothes. So pull on your cozy socks, grab a steamy mug of apple cider and prepare for a beautiful season.

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