There is finally a crispness in the air that testifies to the arrival of that season also known as fall. Fall sounds direct and brutal; autumn sounds lighter, and less harsh. Both evoke emotions. Fall has the snap of football and the crunch of dead leaves; autumn has the fiery colors of leaves in their splendor, and the home-hearth warmth of Thanksgiving.
In either case, it is a season of mixed emotions for me. The season typically starts with Maryanne and me celebrating our wedding anniversary, while only two weeks later after we enter October we're reminded of the passing of my father. Football season brings the arrival of the only sport I watch regularly on TV, and a changed Thanksgiving not only reminds me of how things used to be, but makes me wonder about the future and what new traditions will be established.
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