When the crisp morning air begins to lazily gust on my cheeks, when I see the leaves start to dress in splendor of orange and fiery red, when delicate mists blanket the lush grass-filled meadows, when the tree-lined streets set ablaze with red flame and golden leaves, when the first dainty crystal frosts glisten in silvery sparks glued on twigs, and, in the fullness of time, when I hear the first crunch of the winter snow, then my concealed anticipation of thrill begins to grow. December is manifestly fast approaching!
