Fall is currently confusing me. I expect snow at any moment and dress accordingly. It’s currently averaging about 30 degrees here, which means my feet-in-socks-in-boots are pretty gross by the end of the day. Regardless, I think fall might be my favorite time of year (if it ever arrives). I think this because I can wear scarves, but still feel my fingers. Also, Fall tastes like cinnamon. How can that not be awesome? It’s acceptable to turn on your oven and the baristas stop asking you if you want your coffee hot or cold (seriously, I hate that). Fall, you are beautiful with all of your reds and yellows. This is not a top 5 list for Fall, this is a love letter. Fall, I love you, please come back to me.