Crisp evenings filled with the orange hues of the setting sun and the promise of a diamond frost across the ground creep closer.
As leaves fall like flames from silent bonfires, scorching the ground and piling into hills by the unseen wind, children wrap up warm in scarfs and dive into a sea of molten brown.
Spices fill the air, warming your bones with cinnamon and cardamom; pumpkin pies and toffee apples beckon you to take a bite and alight your senses with the sweetness and warmth of a sugary desire.
As darkness draws with a quickness unmatched and the branches sway naked under the stars, celebrations of ghouls and ghosts run through the streets, knocking on the doors of those inviting.
Followed by explosions of colours in the darkness, marshmallows and the gatherings of friends round flames like moths drawn in by the light in the blackness.
Fall time has reached us and the magic has begun, look out for the unseen for the nights are but young.
Stop Walking on Egg Shells 