You know the feeling. It’s late October or early November. The frost has kissed the pumpkins. You’ve pulled out your heavy coat. Then, out of nowhere, the Arctic wind shuts up, the sky turns hazy gold, and temperatures spike back into the 70s. It’s glorious. It’s confusing. And we call it an .
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So next time that October sun bakes your face? Enjoy it. Just maybe don’t walk into the woods alone. 😉 You know the feeling