Fall is my favorite season.

If you were to ask a hundred people what they like about fall, they might say a lot of the same things.

The warm soft comfort of a sweater.

The delicious taste of spice and brown sugar dancing on the tongue as you indulge in the flavors of the season.

The skitter of a crisp leaf swirling across the ground in a multicolor blur.

All of these are wonderful sensations but not what I might tell.

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Autumn is golden for me.

Memories that glow gently.

Like how the light catches in the caramel of my mom’s baking.

Made with love and care in the kitchen as the sun sets over the fence just outside the window.

The smell of the cinnamon scented pinecones she always buys a perfect backdrop.

Nostalgic in the sweetest way.

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The memories that excite me.

Looking for the perfect pumpkin at the pumpkin patch that speaks to my soul.

Un flawed but somehow unique.

Coming home just in time to watch a spooky movie before nightfall.

Despite my mothers disapproval in the media subject.

A strange mix of stimulation and comfort.

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Finally, the fact that it all feels different.

A shift in the year I can feel with all my senses.

The melt of summer replaced with the much more gentle heat of my breath as I can see it hang in the air just for a few seconds.

A mark in time that grounds my sanity.

Golden salve that my heart soakes in for the season.

That is what I would share of golden Autumn.