First Day of Fall

At 11-something last night, it became fall. Today is the first full day of fall, as explained to me by my mother. =) I love fall. It means, sweatshirts, winter break coming up, halloween, camping out under the stars in sleeping bags, riding fuzzy horses with less people around, and so many other things. For me, fall is just a special time. For some reason, it makes me fly high and fall is typically the time when I feel the best. Perhaps it's the cold bite of the air and the crisp crunch of leaves on the ground? Maybe.

I think the best part is the fuzzy ponies. =)