This might just be a me thing, but autumn gives off such a unique and strange feeling that I feel like its hard to even explain what im feeling and why. I think its the colors; the oranges, the yellows, the reds that spread vastly across an enviornment you've grown comfortable to seeing. Then the beauty of the analogous colors fall from the trees and being blown away, leaving behind the shell of a once lively looking tree that will bloom with leafs again once more. Its a cycle I've stayed fascinated of ever since I was little. I grew up in a place where desert was the norm. Weather beyond 100 degrees was nothing out of the ordinary, so I never got to truly expereince all the seasons. For instance, I didnt see snow until I was around 6 years old, and only then I've only seen snow in my life about 6 times and have only seen it fall from the sky ONCE! The same parshly goes for the rest of the seasons besides summer (It can suck sometimes here but Im always trying to find things to enjoy about my city so Im mostly okay with it). Along with the seasons I've never got to TRULY experince, there was one that always fascinated me....FALL! (or autumn). Something about the way it was depicted to me and the strange, nostalgic feeling I get whenever I see the sterotypical photos of what fall is supposed to be like makes me want to just breathe it in. I know its corny saying outloud but thats seriously what I want to do. I want to become one with the scenery. It makes me feel simply, it makes me imagine what my life would be like if I'd just had happened to grow up in an area like that. I think I would just imagine myself to be more happier, maybe more adventurous and not sweaty all the time lol. I think this mostly stems from me sometimes wanting to live a new life in a new area or with new people. Somewhere where people arent so complicated and where life itself is a lot more community oriented possibly. I dont know, I think I just think of places that are the sterotypical "Autumn" setting to be full of .