Strolling along this, with the leaves brushing past you in the breeze and a hot cup of something spiced clutched tightly in your hand, warming you inside and out — that is the paragon of fall living.
Strolling along this, with the leaves brushing past you in the breeze and a hot cup of something spiced clutched tightly in your hand, warming you inside and out — that is the paragon of fall living.