|Dancing at the Early Bird Diner|
"It's so cold!" I called out. They laughed and nodded.
Fall is always a wonderful season, but in Charleston it's particularly wonderful. Right now it's sixty degrees. We have our doors and windows open, and I'm drinking a (rare) evening cup of coffee, enjoying how warm the coffee is as cool, rain-scented breezes drift through. I love how cold it feels, how exciting sixty degrees is after a weekend with highs in the high 80s. It makes me want to curl up, to bake something, to scratch Gabe's ever-needy neck.
Leaves don't change color here, but fall arrives in dramatic ways nonetheless.