For the love of pumpkin coffee.
Today I woke up in a funk. The train, which blows its horn every hour on the hour, was incessantly irritating. The alarm clock, although I kept hitting snooze, seemed to be going off every thirty seconds and when I finally started getting ready it was one of those mornings where everything seemed to be going wrong. Spilled coffee, clothes needed to be washed, makeup smearing, deodorant MIA. It was horrible.
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| Apple Graveyard |
But everything changed after my pediatrics class when I took an unexpected pit stop at Caribou. I know it sounds silly, that one cup of coffee could change my entire mood. But that's exactly what happened. I got a pumpkin white mocha, the first of the season, and promptly spilled it all over my sweater. But the moment I took a sip all of my aggravation disappeared. Pumpkin is the epitomy flavor of fall. It conjures in my mind images of jack-o-lanterns, falling leaves, fuzzy sweaters, and bonfires. The moment I walked outside I noticed how amazing the crisp chill in the air was, the fact that I was wearing a large cozy sweater and not sweating, the slow smell of dying green, and when I stumbled upon a apple graveyard I knew in my heart that summer has left and fall has arrived, if only for today.
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| Sweater Weather |
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| Teddy Love |
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| Relaxing |
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| Lunch |
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| Home sweet home |
Have a great weekend.
Xoxo Sarah