Is it just me, or does fall seem shorter than the other seasons? It seems to flutter in like a restless leaf before it detaches from the branch, and then it blows out in a November storm, headed straight into the arms of winter. (But let’s not talk of November just yet…) Maybe it’s because  I love it so, that it feels so fleeting. I mean, what’s not to love? Tea tastes better when the warmth of the mug snuggles up to cold hands. And what about the delicious crunch of leaves underfoot, or the even more delicious taste of apple crisp with a healthy dollop of vanilla ice cream melting on top? Sweaters and boots feel like warm hugs to the body. And who can resist the excitement of an approaching wind storm or the more gentle lull of raindrops on the windowpane as we drift into sleep? Each season has its own sensory delights that make us feel comforted and nostalgic.. but there’s something about fall that makes me wish it lasted twice as long.