D. C. Southwick

It is finally that time of year again. Time when the auburn leaves begin to cover the ground so the lawn crunches when you walk to get your mail; time when you wake up at seven to see the sun rising and piercing at heavy fog that smells like fresh wind from the north; time when you can wear heavy wool sweaters and leathers jackets. The bugs are finally beginning to die down outside (although they are just coming alive in your house.) Fall is the time when you can wake up in the morning to clear, crisp day where the air is so thin and easy that you wish it would stay this way forever.