10.16A Love Letter
Hello, Autumn. It’s me. Good to see you back again.
After the crippling heat your jerk sister Summer dropped on us, you’re a refreshing return visitor. No, I mean it. And your hair is starting to look lovely. A few more weeks and it will be beyond fantastic, your annual dyejob of oranges and reds. I’ve missed you. Really.
Winter will be here before too long and that’s okay…I like her, too. But you really are my favorite. You always have been and always will be. I love you, Autumn.
I know, I know…it’s a strong, rash thing to say. But I mean it. Your chilling breezes, the smell of your nighttimes. There’s nothing about you I would change. You’re the perfect season.
The perfect season.
I just hope the wife doesn’t find out about this love affair, B.
Heh.
Anyway, Autumn is my favorite season, too. It’s time to take out the leather from the closet, the trees are in a beautiful array of colors, and we get to consume a bunch of yummy treats at the end of the month.
October 18th, 2005 at 10:47 am
A very lovely and sensetive post. Batting for the other team now are ya?
January 16th, 2006 at 10:34 pm