Fall.

There is something very warming a about a crisp Saturday morning, sleeping in a bit, waking up not hungover, lighting an insense in my home, (which still weirds me out to say home), making fresh coffee because I actually have time to make it, using Gingerbread flavored creamer, thinking about what I have to do today, and realizing...well, really nothing...at least for another 6 hours.

Summer used to be my favorite, until I realized I am really not a lay in the sun type of girl. I love the calming sounds of the beach, but will never be one to lay out for no reason and try to get tan. Not even if I accurately fit in a bikini. I have a problem with ladies wearing a bikini when they don't fit in one, I think it's unflattering, but hey now that's a whole other story. Summer is lovely for the flip flops, and tanks, and good dose of vitamin c that gives me a bronze for no more than a day.

But then there is Fall, and the older I get the more time I have used to stop and enjoy the crisp air, the warm feeling in the air, the pumpkin flavored lattes, cute boots and scarves that are out. I heart Fall.

I don't know where i'm going with this, my idea was to write a poem again, but I got distracted bt Facebook, pre-blog.

Now if only I can find a man. I miss the days of waking up and doing nothing together for awhile then walking to the bagel shop together. It's the simple things that make love special. I totally yearn to find that again.

Perhaps Love is in the air.

Ohh fall, you are quite lovely.