There's a chill in the air.
Well, to be more precise, there's huge wind gusts in the air. There's a weather advisory today saying the wind is gusting up to 42 mph. It's insane, even for the Windy City.
But you know what I mean.
Summer is fading fast. The days just don't get quite as hot anymore. Nights are deliciously cool in that oh-so-perfect for sleeping way. Soon the green will trade in for brilliant hues for one last party before winter starts.
And I don't know what it is about this time of year, but I love it. I love the crispness. I love the feeling of renewal and settling in. I love the flavors of the food and drinks.
But as much as I love autumn, I have to admit, it stirs up an almost unbearable restlessness in me.
And no one is ever more surprised than me. Even though it happens every year.
I can't bear the thought of being inside. I want to walk for miles and miles, no matter how long it may take me. Hell, there are days I even want to run. And I don't run, ever.
I like curling up with a good book and a cozy blanket, but at some point, all I want to do is get outside and move.
I don't know why I feel this way, but you best be believing that when the working day is done, I'll be heading out the door for a good long walk. (And maybe to treat myself to a pumpkin spice latte....)