Hoping it turns cool soon. Wanting to see colors of gold, rust, yellow. Burnt offerings in backyards.

A first frost. Shining grass. Writing names in hearts on car windows. Taking in Indian summer. Marching bands. Days getting shorter. Apple cider doughnuts. Kids picking pumpkins.

Sitting on hay. Drinking a stout. Starlit nights and you. Long walks. Blowing out smoke. Oh, how I long for autumn.