It is the most beautiful season. It rouses feelings of nostalgia in me and it never fails. Beginnings and endings in my past, like the beginning of when I met my second husband. It was in September 1975. Then the end for us, 35 years later, in October, 2010. A week before our anniversary. But never mind that, I love the way it smells, cool and fresh and the beauty of the falling and dying leaves. The crackling sound under my feet as I walk through the dead leaves and the fresh air. It reminds me of something new on the horizon rather than something left behind. I dreaded it last year. But this one? I wouldn't have missed it for the world! I am Happy to be alive!