The cold air rushes through the slightly cracked window, heat competing with vigor to prevent its penetration. The kitchen is full of smells of sweet and salty, giggles are echoing throughout the beige walls, and the fireplace roars with vibrancy. Red, brown and yellow leaves blow frantically around the streets and tickles what's left of the green blanket surrounding the house. The sun sets. It is that time of year. It is fall.