I missed Chicago autumns. I missed the brisk air that has me reaching for scarves and a warm coffee drink in my hand (perhaps even a Pumpkin Spice Latte). I missed the changing leaves, the sight of my own breath in the air. Now that I have moved back and fall begins in exactly one week, I am still longing for that brisk air, walking with my chin tucked in one of my many scarves. You know what else happens in the fall, as if that brisk air pushes a button inside me? I crave all things pumpkin and I want to cozily bake in my apartment.
