Hello there, autumn.
I haven’t seen much of you this year. You began with a rush of books, papers, lists, and overload.
You turned out not at all as expected. But I’m not complaining…
I just miss you.
The real you.
Not the indoors, nose in a book, red pen in hand, typing up assignments you.
The outdoors, leaves falling, crisp wind, fantastically free you.
So late as it is, and as much as The Crucible, Shakespeare, Fahrenheit 451, figurative language, and ACT prep hang at the back of my mind, I had to visit you today.
I had to pull on my jacket and run out to greet you amidst this blustery day. I had to go and visit my old haunt, stripped clean of its leaves. I had to watch the Mallards lift their wings and rise into the air, hurriedly escaping my unwanted gaze. I had to walk along the wooded trail, stopping here and there to stare at this or that. The wind on the pond, some fungus on a tree, a moss covered log. I had to breathe you into my soul and grin like child.
(Forgive me pile of work back at the house.)
I’ll say it again. Hello there, autumn. I miss you. Glad we could visit. Let’s do it again sometime, eh?