Fall. My version of shouting ...

This fall has been freaking amazing. People haven't been shouting it enough. People don't shout anything like that. People should walk out of their doors, look at the trees, and SHOUT "Wow!" And then look for their neighbors, and say, "Did you ever see such beautiful fall colors?" To which the neighbors would exclaim, "It is amazing, isn't it?" And this should happen literally every time we walk out of our doors, because the trees are changing every five minutes. It's like watching time pass ... It's like a fairy tale where something important has to happen and the deadline is when the last leaf falls to the ground. At this point we would be getting nervous because many trees are already empty, and many are only half full, and hardly any are yet green. We've lived in Wisconsin for six years and this is the prettiest fall. Normally, you get some trees that turn bright fall colors, and you eagerly watch for the rest to turn, then one day they're all a stinky rusted brown. Very disappointing. But THIS FALL, all of the trees have, at different times, seemingly caught fire, blazing gorgeous red and yellow. When you drive into the country it is jaw-dropping. And another thing about this fall: great, big, heavy, heaving, gray misty clouds have come, the kind that are layered in the sky, clouds on top of clouds, lovely and interesting to look at. This is appropriate for fall, if you know anything about my opinions of the world. Sunny fall days are beautiful but CLOUDY fall days are woooooonderful. If you set those gray billowy layered clouds in the background, and put in front a bright red tree, a bright yellow tree, and an evergreen, and then start a breeze in motion that wafts a continual  shower of yellow leaves across the scene, well that is Fall, and it's meant to be enjoyed with a cup of something hot and fragrant, and it will make you have philosophical thoughts and feel so inspired and alive. Other seasons are nice but fall is when I feel like I can fly.