A cup of hot tea sits on the window sill. I lift it up and curl my fingers around it. My hands feel the swaddling warmth. Swirls of blistering steam spiral upwards. I see the wispy twirls then whizz out through the open window. I push the curtain aside. And take a deep breath, inhaling the crisp, cool morning air.
I take a peek outside. The scene before me excites my senses. The morning chill tingles my skin with goose bumps; my ears perk up to the outdoorsy sounds; I smell the fresh, clean air, and gladly eye the shower of leaves, fluttering about like snowflakes.