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Falling into Autumn

Every Autumn I tend to fall apart a little bit. The weirdest part is, it’s mostly because of good things I remember. And it always happens when I’m outdoors. At the first onset of the cold mornings and sunny days with a bit of a chill, I get a flood of nostalgic thoughts that make me wish I could turn back time and relive some of those moments. I still find it so strange that I can be content with where I am (location-wise), or maybe even not want to be where I once was, but the right mix of certain elements has me wishing I was there as if that town was my favorite place on Earth. I know it’s not quite fall yet, but an entire day at a beautiful state park yesterday launched me into my nostalgic blast a little prematurely this year.