Leaves of the fall...

It's 10:08 precisely and I'm sitting in my apartment enjoying a hot mug of Genmaicha tea and the sweet sounds of Miles Davis' record Sketches of Spain. It's a good morning. In the last week Toronto has transformed from a paradise of 20 degree sunny late summer days to a crisp, cool vision of fall. It's fall, officially and my favourite season. Period.

It's the time of year when I wake up in my bed, cozy and warm and with great difficulty tear myself from my safe cocoon. The crisp morning air wakes me up as walk to school and when I finally arrive my cheeks have rosy glow. The leaves change to glorious shades of yellow, red and orange and dance around my feet on the ground as I walk through the beautiful u of t campus that I call home.

Fall to me signifies new beginnings. Fresh starts. The leaves turn colour and fall to the ground making way for new life to take its place the following spring. Guys may not get this one, but girls, it's like when you wash your face before you apply a facial mask. Clean away the impurities before you apply the mask, then you leave the mask on for however long is necessary, then wash it off to reveal amazing skin. It's exactly like the seasons! Fall cleans away all the leaves and flowers from the previous year so that the snow can coat the land for next few months, only to reveal Mother Nature in all her glory the following spring.

Glorious! What a glorious season. On the topic of glorious, I feel like Sketches of Spain is a glorious album to be listening to has I think about fall. The album is a big band album put together by Miles Davis and Gil Evans and it is beautiful. Absolutely stunning. If I were to give it a season it would be fall, red, orange, yellow and glorious. It's dark and brooding and haunting but so beautiful and exotic. Favourite track: most clearly Concierto de Aranjuez. Miles is absolutely captivating on this track, and this entire album really.

ahhhh fall. How I love you.