fall.

i think it's officially become an annual tradition to make a date night out of going to see the colors changing on the mountain.  i know it happens every year, but i still can't seem to get over how pretty it is.  we always stop at nunns park where i tell derek the same story.  i point to the table where i opened up the letter in response to "confidential".  [you know, the one i wrote when i basically confessed my love.]  how he didn't say yes, but he didn't say no either.  that was good enough for me.  and look, it all seemed to work out, right?
i adore fall.