The Summer sun sets slowly over the deserted beach. The smell of suntan lotion is fading. The ice cream truck is no where to be seen. One last beach babe gazes outward as the tide pulls into the sea.
The air is as crisp as hand picked apples. Cinnamon and homemade pies warm our senses. We sip lattes between our lips. Tossing aside our flip flops, we zip up our boots, and just like that,…it’s Fall.