“Delicious autumn! My very soul is wedded to it, and if I were a bird I would fly about the earth seeking the successive autumns.”
I’d say George Eliot nailed it. Fall IS just that. Delicious. No season has my heart more. If I were a bird though, I’d stay put. How could I possibly experience the newness & nostalgia of Autumn if I didn’t wait for it and enjoy all the other seasons? It is precisely the different seasons that make us appreciate the incoming one more! No, Autumn… I wouldn’t follow you as you made your chilly and crisp way across the globe, but rather welcome and savor every second of your fleeting colors when you stop my way.