That makes me want to fall in love?
Perhaps it’s the nip in the air that has me reaching for warmer, cuddlier clothing. I’m not talking the immobilized-in-a-parka clothes, but the ones that just cover you up enough so that your skin occasionally gets kissed by the crisp air and pulling them closer feels like you’re pulling into a hug.
Perhaps it’s the rush of newness. Change is in the air here in fall. New politics rolling on the hill.
New students rushing into all the universities, hormones rippling in the air. The thrill of the unknown, new trouble to get into, new adventures everywhere.
Perhaps it’s the tickling of senses. Crisp apples in the air of the market. Every tree a bouquet as their leaves slip or snap into their fall colours. The bright blue of a cool fall sky. The rustle and crunch of leaves underfoot. The warm glow that engulfs your entire body after you come inside from a surprise fall rain.
Perhaps it’s the nights. Evening walks along the canal as the sun sets and the wind whips the trees about. The stars popping out in the night sky. A warm hand slipping in to warm my cold fingers. The shooting stars. The Northern Lights igniting the sky. The perfect setting for romance.
Perhaps it’s that every time I’ve fallen in love, it’s been in Ottawa in the fall.