Fall is my husband’s favorite season.  I’ve heard him say thay many times.  It can be beautiful I admit.  The days shorten.  The air has a crispness to it.  The changing colors annouce the end of summer.  Yes, I like autumn, too, but I have mixed feelings about it.  I like the newness of spring and the vibrancy of summer.  Fall is the end of all that.  Fall is the transition into the cold and sometimes bleak winter.  There is a sadness about fall for me.