Autumn seemed to arrive suddenly that year.
The morning of the first September was crisp and golden as an apple…

―J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows

 

These are the juicy, delicious, crisp days…

…of end-of-summer,

of beginning-of-fall,

of childhood,

of parenthood.

I want to sit and savor them forever.