Earlier this week I was out and about and had to stop dead in my tracks. One of my most favorite scents is autumn: dying leaves, baked goods with cinnamon and nutmeg, and burning leaves. In order to enjoy the scent of autumn leaves, I must endure all four seasons: Spring to grow new life, summer to expand on heat and growth, autumn as everything prepares to rest, and winter where rest is encouraged while the earth is covered in chilly blankets of snow. When I smell that invigorating aroma, it is so worth it to me.
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