The Mulled Cider candle is burning, filling the room with the scent of apple harvest.
The afternoon breeze tickles the tree branches and they drop their little pieces of gold into the street to be trodden on and swept by the rush of cars. Cars on the way to pick pumpkins, to shop for costumes, heading to a haunted house, a straw maze, or hay ride.
It's the perfect time of year for scary movies and ghost stories.
It's Fall. It's October. I'm already scheming what I'm going to create with my pumpkin this year.
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