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Autumn is my favorite of all the seasons. I love the leaves - their vibrant colors, their earthy smell, their crunch under my feet. I love the Seattle rain, the slow misty drizzle or the passionate windy downpours.

I love cooking more. The warmth of my kitchen is comforting, unlike the stifling heat of summertime. Itapos;s a season for pot roast, shepherdapos;s pie, baked macaroni and cheese. Tonight Iapos;m making apple-chicken curry.

This is the season for fire, or at least the start of it. I lit a firelog last night an hour before Heroes began and the same log is still burning this morning. I think itapos;s an omen most auspicious, given my love of fire. On my next trip to Costco, Iapos;ll load up on firelogs so I can have fires throughout fall and well into wintertime.

This is the time that in spite of my seasonal depression, I begin to feel the anticipation of the holidays. I love Halloween, and have already put together goody bags for my students. I love the obligatory visits from family where we all sit and eat, and my mother cleans my kitchen.

Now is the time I pull out my sweaters and pull on my boots. I am a cozy bundle with rosy cheeks and wild windblown hair.

Itapos;s just so unfair that the depression makes me want to stay in bed half the time and miss everything.
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