Tomorrow morning, at least a full hour before the crack of dawn, I will board an airplane bound not for a specific destination, but for a season. Fall, here I come.
Ok, I have a specific destination, as well as plans to meet two of the women I love most in the world. And I'll arrive wearing my fall uniform: jeans, boots, and a sweater, along with a smile on my face and a Starbucks caramel apple spice in my hand.
I love you, fall. You complete me.