After living in Texas for the past seven years where the two seasons are Hot and Cold with intermittent Beautiful days scattered throughout the year, Fall is a welcome old friend! Oddly enough... the thing that it makes me think of is band. Marching in parades with stinky wool hats and uniforms in the rain. The smell of shoe polish... those horrible high-waisted suspender pants... The smell of cold in my hair and ketchup because someone behind me in the wind section is scarfing down BK before the game. Oh gross, and the smell of a musty saxophone mouthpiece because I haven't changed my reed in three months since band camp ended.
The leaves haven't started changing yet but I think they will... That still happens, right?
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