As the temperature drops
And the sun light fades to a paler shade
A small victory is won
The victory of surviving the summer
The spoils of the victory are called fall
Fall around here is not what you would expect
Fall here is what most call summer
Beautiful weather, happy kids
The freedom to do things outside is restored
No longer is a gallon of sweat mandatory for every move
The joy of open windows, the lack of artificial air
The anticipation of future festivities
Such a joyous time of year
Rich beers
Warming soups
Happiness abounds
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