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 Aziraphale had always enjoyed the change in seasons and fall was actually his favorite. The colors were always striking and given the amount of  plants Crowley kept around and how their mothers tended to go overboard.. Well it was never a quiet time in the house. At the moment though, he's outside, seated under a tree, a book in one hand, head resting back against the trunk.  Normally, he'd be reading but right now, the leaves are holding his attention, at least briefly. 

There's a tray beside him as well, with a pitcher of tea and a plate of crackers he's snacking on while he reads, his chair on the other side of the trunk.