I really love autumn. It's my favorite time of year. The heat and humidity here are gone. The trees will soon be dressed in all their glory, and my light weight kilts go into hibernation only to awaken occasionally as summer past emerges with a gentle reminder that it is should not soon be forgotten.

An early morning walk with a wind out of the northwest . . . it's like the first day of wearing a wool kilt all over again, the warmth, a wind gust that is only able to gently ruffle the pleats. And you're reminded of why you choose to wear such an incredible garment.

Know the feeling?

Darrell