I'll See You Next Year, Toes

It's happening. Yesterday I wore shoes--sneakers. Not flip flops, but real, covering all of my feet, total arch support sneakers. I was saddened, but I've known for a couple weeks now that this was coming. The wind. The rains. The drastic drop in temperature each night. Autumn has to arrive sometime, right?

While Fall is pretty and it means we can go to the orchards and pick apples, it also means winter is coming. I've never been a fan of winter. It's harsh, cold, cruel, and is always like the last guest (that wasn't even invited) to leave a party that lasts too long.



So, hello, long sleeves. Hello, corduroy pants. Hello hoodies. And goodbye, feet.