As the crisp air rushes through my hair, all I can think about is how perfect was this sweater weather. Swaying leaves as they chased pavements, the scent of what must have been ocean breeze tickling my nose hairs. I knew Autumn was here.
September was reaching its end, as it breathes its last breath.
However, the sun still lingered.
A simple and easy reminder that we live in Miami, where you can wear a sweater in the morning but by midday can die from heatstroke.
But still I love the fall, as I watch the air’s sweet breath give these leaves flight.