Outside. Goosebumps. She says, "Whether people know it or not, fall is in the air." She's right--even the birds sing its praises this morning. The worms will be coming closer and closer to the earth's surface. Fall is coming. Harvest is coming to humanity, closer and closer to the earth's surface.
Crisp air blessing my lungs.
Fresh dew wetting my legs as I walk through the grass.
And that Canadian breeze whipping through New England.
Goosebumps.
