Where I live there is a crispness to the air. The sun shines, but the atmosphere allows us some relief from its profound heat.
Where I live you can’t walk yard without crunching under your shoe, a branch-full of leaves. The trees above bear enough green to shade your eyes from the bright sky, while still providing your path with joyous variety.
The sweet scent of fruits ripe and fresh from harvest wafts through the air daily where I live.
I would challenge you to make it through the day with a frown on your face. The constant hug of a warm sweater keeps you in its embrace and the birds sing happily throughout the day. There is no way to be other than gay.
It is fall and it is perfect where I live.