As I walked through campus today wearing a jacket and jeans, noticing that some trees are already beginning to look empty, I couldn't help but crack a smile. Autumn is definitely my favorite season. Sure, the first snow of winter is beautiful, the first warm and sunny day of spring seems like a gift from God, and the long hours of sunshine in the summer are energizing, but fall... fall is majestic and romantic. Yes, romantic. I know most people talk about falling in love in the spring or summer love, but to me, those are seasons of fleeting, whirlwind romances that take your breath away but were never meant to last forever. To me, having someone to be with in autumn is far superior. Hay rides, bonfires, apple cider, wearing his jacket, cheering on the same football team, feeling the crisp autumn wind ruffle your hair as you walk hand in hand laughing and talking while the sounds of crunching leaves underfoot underscore the scene: it all seems to point toward a romance built on simp...
Today is where your book begins. The rest is still unwritten...