I long for fall. I yearn for the crisp, misty, sea-scented air. I ache for the days where I can dress in boots and sweaters and take aimless drives with my beloved through country we couldn't find if we were looking.
I love to knit in the fall. The rain striking the panes of the windows as I feel the rasp and clack of the needles and the soft luxury of the yarn as it slides through my fingers...it is bliss.