Fall

    I've missed you, Fall. You bring me so much joy. We seem to have a problem this year. You're not here and I can't come to see you. You never used to let me down, and then Florida had to come around and ruin it all.
    I want to see the leaves change color instead of drop off the trees dead and disturbingly brown. I want to smell that unique smell that comes with all of those fall changes, letting me feel warmth in a time so cold.
    By the time I return to your natural home range, Winter will have booted you out and everything will be gray. The cold air will no longer tingle as I run with the dog, but burn with each and every breath in.
    Don't get me wrong. I love your sister (Winter), but she's so temperamental. Some days she brings us snowflakes while others she brings us eery chills, ice and slush. I much prefer the beautiful colors and warm smells in the cold air.
    Come back to me.

While I wait for you, I will simply reminisce and use my imagination to create a world similar to that which I used to live yet now only dream.