Something about the old city streets with the giant Maples and Oaks dropping thier leaves of color, painting the streets with golds and reds.
The air changes too. It becomes crisp with a sweet taste.
The sounds of squirrels and birds preparing for winter, combine with the crunching of leaves under your feet.
Fall begins the time of being cozy and drinking tea. Watching the world change from green to gold, to winter bare.
Don't you love Portland in the fall?
