Funny Quotes On Fall Novels & Stories

Oh well. I walked down the sidewalk as the sun set on the city, casting various colors of crimson, scarlet, and burnt ombre dancing across the buildings and water across the street and in the trees surrounding the hotel. The smell of pumpkin and fall filled my nostrils as I strode along the pavement, and I inhaled another deep breath. Fall on October 29th in Washington D.C was cold as fuck. It had to be at max 50 degrees. A shiver ran down my spine as a small gust of wind blew along the street and through my hair, but I kept walking straight and tall. Hunching over was fucked-up looking, even if it was for keeping yourself warmer. It made you look like a fucking crippled grandma.

“You are the only person who has ever really listened without making it weird,” Zack admits, his voice dropping to a lower register. “Everyone else either starts crying or tries to give me inspirational quotes or something.” The wind rustles through a nearby oak branches overhead while they sit in comfortable silence for a moment. “Inspirational quotes,” she echoed. “That is a new one. What like ‘hang in there’ cat posters? Weird.”