Falling for Fall

I miss my flannel! I miss my thrift stores. I miss making Turkish coffee for breakfast. I miss my mum's Spice Tea and coconut, cranberry, chocolate chip pumpkin muffins. I miss the beautiful leaves that rhythmically crunch underneath your feet as you meticulously weave your path up and around mossy tree roots and cold rocks. 

I miss the morning mist glowing as the sun rises just after the birds have beckoned the new day. 

I miss you, Alabamian Fall