It happens every year on the first of October, usually as I cross the street. A breeze overwhelms my senses with a particular combination of crisp scent and temperature.
Then things begin to change. Green leaves give way to gold and red — gradually at first, then all together in a sudden burst. People, too, change colors as they pull on their favorite sweaters. The browns and oranges of nature are reflected in the scarves and jackets making their first appearance in months.
Fall is the season of long conversations, crunching leaves and pumpkins. It’s the season in which a warm drink begins to feel perfect in my hands and extra layers of clothing feel cozy, not burdensome. Soon, the leaves will fall and a blanket of snow will cover Columbia. Until then, we are surrounded by autumn’s palette.