Dream: A Fall to Remember

I remember as a little girl going to the pumpkin patch with my family. It was always decorated with fake fall leaves because it was something that we lacked in California. However, I vividly recall when we finally picked out our pumpkins, a sense that fall had started. Somehow, as I look back maybe that is how I defined fall in a place where fall was like every other season. But here on the East Coast as the fall colors are starting to show, my definition of a child seems to lack the conviction that it once had when I didn't have the knowledge of seasons. As September kicks off, the summer is blown away by the winds and falling of brightly colored leaves. The transformation that will soon occur has got me dreaming of a beautiful fall season leading into a magical winter. Witnessing the changes of nature is something that is so exciting. This is my first year. My first dream. I just hope I fall in love with the seasons to come. A beautiful thing about this is that it has shown me how to notice the little changes and their big affects. It goes from one leaf to next then suddenly they are all red, orange, and golden ready to fall as winter winds come near. Then racking them up until the next time they fall again.