1. Flaming red trees
If you are a person who doesn’t live in a place to see the leaves change colors, I’m crying for you. The other day, walking down the world’s most beautiful street where the leaves were all over the sidewalk, a fire rainbow surrounding me, I had a mind-blowing thought: God didn’t have to make the leaves change color before falling. But He did. And I know that fall comes every year, and after awhile it gets cheesy to point out the leaves, but I just don’t care. Bright leaves make the world beautiful.
2. Hard Cider
Apple Cider mixed with something that makes everyone’s cheeks get rosy a little faster is the perfect combination. If I had an award for best invention, I would instantly find the man (I’m assuming it’s a man, but hey. Something that great definitely could be invented by a woman’s instinct) who created this fabulous drink and give him his well-deserved trophy. With a name as catchy as Angry Orchard, who actually has anything to be angry about?
3. The Chronicles of Narnia
My roommate used to always hear her dad’s voice reading the words on the pages of this C.S. Lewis classic, because he used to read the stories to her, acting out the characters every night before bed. I read them for the first time at 21 years old, and there is no way I would rather do it. Those books made me rethink the character of Jesus, in the best way. As my best friend is reading the whole series for the first time this fall, I can’t help but get excited with her.
If fall had a boyfriend, it would be flannel. And sometimes, fall would cheat on flannel with big knit scarves, but it’s an open relationship. Nothing says fall like an oversize, cozy flannel. Preferably one so big that while wearing it, you forget if you’re under a shirt or a blanket. This might be one of the most unconventional reasons for brothers/boyfriends/husbands—built-in suppliers of cozy flannels.
5. Running Away
In Colorado, where I live now, it’s the mountains. It’s driving two hours to get to a place where the air is thin and the earth is quiet, and your worries seem to be left back in lower elevation. In Minnesota, where I grew up, it’s the lakes up north. It’s the sun setting over the water, warm coffee in cold hands, and trees so bare the usually dark woods become an open playground. Wherever it is, there’s nothing like a weekend escape before winter to clear the lungs, and the heart.
Kaitlyn Toepper is a senior at the University of Colorado in Boulder who wears Christmas pajama pants to bed every night, no matter the season. She loves Jesus, Irish Car Bombs, and the color yellow, along with dancing around the kitchen late at night. Kaitlyn has no idea what she wants to do when she graduates (feel free not to ask), so she spends her time writing at opentheyellowdoor.blogspot.com.