Fall is easily my favorite season. Not only is it the birthday of one of the greatest men to ever grace this little blue planet (me), but the crisp air and warm colors always bring me back to growing up in the foothills of the Appalachians. While the city is no substitute, it’s nice to find little reminders among the orange and red treetops and the rusted breeze.

(Obligatory picture of Sara because of her orange hair.)