57 degrees. A bite to the air when I take a breath, instead of the sensation that wet cotton has just been forced into my mouth and throat. The sudden explosion of fall-blooming flowers around my yard. The promise of impending Fall, with the smell of burning leaves, the sound of the high school band practicing in the evenings, and the wildfire colors in the trees on my street. My favorite time of year.
If only it lasted more than a week.
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I do enjoy fall. That is what is so great about Chicago you get to experience the all of the seasons.
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