Kurt’s favorite season had always been fall. When he was a child he liked going to the orchard with his mother, where they would go and pick apples that they would turn into pies and crisps and homemade applesauce, and then they would stop at the pumpkin patch on the way home. He had liked helping his father rake the yard so he could then play in the leaves. He and his mother made Halloween costumes so his father could take him around the neighborhood to get candy, and glare at people who would dare snicker at his costumes. As he got older, it meant that he had an excuse to wear scarves, or try out that new recipe for pie and to drink lots of warm coffee. But fall was always his favorite.