I miss the crisp cold scent that fall brings. That wet cold that makes your bones cold. I miss the smell of dead leaves and a smoke coming from the chimneys. I love marching bands and football and hot chocolate next to the fireplace. The sweater vests, and tights under skirts. Man I sound like a preppy. I miss Ohio....
BUT... there is the red mountains, the sun shining most days. I can still sit out on the driveway and get a farmers tan as I throw the tennis ball to Mr. Pickles. I can open the windows and turn off the air and heat and be just fine. I can still wear my capris and my new Dixie State t-shirt. I can ride around town with my windows down and sun roof open and enjoy my music. I love fall in St. George.
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