In my opinion, the bridge from summer to winter happens to be the prettiest, most peaceful season where seasons are actually felt. Maybe I feel this way because I was born in November, on Thanksgiving Day. Or, perhaps because the air is crisp, the skies are varied, there is a stillness in the land and the final harvest of summer's bounty becomes fall festivals of celebration. Whatever the reason, I'm an autumn fangirl. I feel my best this time of year. Summer is a close second, but fall truly has my heart.
A recent hike to Mount Werner in Steamboat Springs, Colorado during a time where the juxtaposition of the end-of-the-color-oh-hai-snow made the hours spent trudging up to nearly 10,000 feet all the more inspiring.