It creeps upon us. Initially the chill wins the morning, and then evening, it steals away easy balmy reverie. It knew we would not give up our summer willingly.
Like a nun's ruler slap on the desk of a desperate daydreamer. September is here. No more tank tops and cut-off jeans put your crisp uniform on! September demands.
September is the fierce parent with demands and obligations of precision, production and perfection. Tepid, loose, free, satisfaction of the beachy days of summer is over. Snap out of your blissful summer stupor and into the snappish clarity of Fall.
Crisp autumn air cracks and whips the windows through the trees.
Leaves like jewels are stolen and tossed violently in the breeze.
We have no cares because we're indoors, cozy as you please.
With a cuppa cocoa by the fire we're tangled at the knees.
We're snuggled up together, warming our bodies and our hearts.
It won't be long before the chill of winter and the holiday season starts.
But that doesn't worry me; it's my favorite time of year.
I'm thankful to share the long, cold, nights now that you are here.