I love fall season. It always makes me remember walking to school in WV in what looked like a storm of red and orange fire as the leaves fell and swirled around in the wind. I could catch the odor of brewing coffee from the winds that curled around the bottoms of the hills, and see small animals darting around, ignoring me as they stored up summer's bounty for a long, hard winter.
School I didn't much care about, since it took me from the farm for far too many hours each week day.