A slight chill came to the air last night. That was all it took to make me long for crisp autumn days. Sadly, the days that come to mind are not from last year, nor from the year before. They are from several years ago when I took a drive in my convertible, top down, through the rural land just outside of my college town. All I had with me was my portable CD player, barely functioning FM transmitter and a sleeve of cookies. But it was completely satisfying. I stopped and bought a pumpkin that I could never bring myself to cut. I ended up taking it home for Thanksgiving and eventually my mom threw it into the backyard. My pumpkin had met it's inevitable fate, but it's legacy lived on for another season when it took root and sprouted leaves.
Fall, in the South is a wonderful time, but it passes so quickly. One day the sun's rays are turning asphalt into a griddle-top, and before you realize it, you are putting on your gloves each morning. Those few weeks where a light jacket and a scarf keep the chill off come and go before most people can enjoy them.
Ever since I started working full time, autumn has been elusive. Maybe this year will be different.
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