The trees are on fire.
THIS is why I love New England. You don't get this growing up in Booney Fuck California where the sorry excuse for oak trees they have just turn shit brown and dump their leaves in moldering piles everywhere.
This is actually my favorite time of year. It's the time where I want to kidnap my friends and make them cuddle on the couch with me while we read (individually or to each other, doesn't matter) and drink tea.
It better not freakin' rain on Saturday.
I'm in the mood for snugglin'...