Autumn can feel like an ending for many people. A precursor to what PNWesterners call, “the big dark.” A warning to enjoy it while you can before the endless rain, the harsh wind, the utter lack of vitamin D. But the shedding of the dry, dusty, blaring months.. the clear, crisp air of harvest, that’s my true catharsis. Summer feels like freedom, but fall too is the antithesis of servitude.

The smell of nature bursting before the reset. The bold, bright foray into a season of togetherness, rest, warmth.. Man, it feels so good to exist in the fall.