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.