Dear Autumn,

The first hint of a chill in the air tells me that soon we'll see glorious leaves and crisp days full of pumpkins and apples and donuts and cider and all the bestest things.

But, what is truly the bestest of the best? You sending the sun to bed a little earlier each night. It's like you're colluding with me to get those tired rascals out of my hair and off to bed just a little sooner day after day. I appreciate it. You're the best.