A certain feeling grabs me in the autumn.  It is a sort of wonderful melancholy that stirs up every time I smell burning leaves or cinnamon.  It comes over me at the mere sight of colored leaves, sweaters, and pumpkins.  It sends a chill down my spine as each day gets a little colder and a little closer to winter.  There is just something magical about this season, and on her “birthday” we celebrate in a special way.