Why do I love fall?
I love fall because of the sound the leaves make as I walk down my street, crunching under my worn-in black vans.
I love fall because of the cool crisp breeze that is pushing at my back as a step onto the bus, heading downtown. The breeze that allows me to retire all my shorts and t-shirts, breaking out beloved sweaters from the depths of my closet.
I love fall because as I sit down in my seat, it is “socially acceptable” to whip out my headphones from my backpack, and play jams such as “September” and “Sweater Weather” on repeat, without getting sick of the season-related tunes.
I love fall because as I walk into the coffee shop I am embraced by the sweet smells of pumpkin, cinnamon as well as other spices. Soft chatter of university students back in town surrounds me, greeting friends while clutching coffees with bright smiles on their faces.
A similar smile lights up on my own face, when I see my friends waiting for me in the corner of the store, ready to study for our first test of the year.
The corner where the light shines the brightest, lit up by the Halloween-inspired fairy lights hanging on the wall.