Everyone pretty much knows what takes place during the fall season. However, if you live in a location where fall isn't really evident, allow me to enlighten you. To most teenage girls, fall means Pumpkin Spice Lattes from Starbucks, Ugg boats, plaid blanket scarfs and going to pumpkin patches with friends and taking way too many pictures. Fall is also when the whether is getting chillier, the leaves are turning colors and falling from the trees and everyone soaks up this sweet spot before the harsh effects of winter come. However, I believe there is a deeper meaning to the fall season that people tend to overlook, especially people my age.

When you think of fall, what is the first thing that comes to mind? Is it the whether getting cooler, the leaves changing colors, or going to Starbucks and finally being able to order your Pumpkin Spice latte again? For me, the leaves changing colors is what I notice first. On the surface, the leaves changing colors is just something pretty look at it. To be able to admire all of the different hues of red, green, brown, yellow and everything in between. And of course, they're also fun to put into piles and play with (even if you're a little older). That all being said, when you look at the beauty in these leaves, you're actually admiring something that is dead. All of the leaves are dry, crisp, and paper thin and have reached the end of their life but look so beautiful. I think that is something to notice.