The first days of actual fall are finally upon us. October has rung in, and Halloween is about to strike. It's raining at my house, and the leaves are starting to turn.
I love this time of year.
The writing bug bites, and I disappear into my office to fill paper with various tales.
The urge to bake is strong. I find the smells of this time of year comforting and homey.
And yes, who doesn't want to stroll into a book shop and take in the scent of printed books? It's a drug I cannot give up.
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