Fall.

Finally the seasons are changing, summer's shedding its skin revealing a new and beautiful season. Fall.

I love this time of the year. The leaves are turning colors and slowly finding their way to the ground. Soon, every two-year-old will be up to their waists in orange and yellow leaves. This time of the year is cooler. It gets darker earlier. People cook chili and fabulous soups. It makes me want to curl up in bed with a good book or some time to write as I sip on some chai tea. I love chai. Especially this time of year.

But at the same time, this time of year is saddening. It reminds me of my family. I miss getting to see my siblings grow up. Getting to help them out and cover up for them, protecting from the wrath of the parents who might just find out and might just be in a "disciplinary" mood. Siblings have got to stick together.

This is the time of year that family is the focus. Thanksgiving is coming up and the ideal dinner is a table surrounded by friends and family and enough food to feed a small country. We celebrate gluttony. Yet, we argue that food is the attraction to the underlying celebration. A celebration of loved ones and fellowship. And as much as I despise our gluttonous festivity, I look forward to to sipping on hot tea and laughing with my family as we relive the experiences of the past year. I cherish those moments.