There's something about my favorite season. The colors seem to magically change over night and the smell of Fall is in the air. Starbucks brings out the Pumpkin Spice that I get a shot into my white mocha with one sweet 'n low, because if you're gonna die, you might as well go into diabetic shock first. I can't get enough of the fall foliage in the Pac NW. Texas doesn't get colors like this. For some reason the leaves go from green to dark gold then brown in, I swear, a week. I've traveled to New York in the Fall a few years ago...8 to be exact and was struck by the beauty of what surrounded me 1 month after tragedy struck our Nation. I had no idea that there was a competition between the West and East coast for the most beautiful foliage. I don't know about you, but this time of the year also puts my soul at rest. I feel a little more relaxed, a little more patient. Perhaps its my soul gearing up for the hibernation of winter, better yet, it's probably the Xanax that's doing it.