Come, autumn. Relieve me of the swelter. Awaken my senses to your brilliant offerings. Soothe me with the predictability of the school schedule. Wrap me in bulky sweaters, keeping me warm and safe as if the arms of a timeworn lover. Hide my toes and my fingers in preparation for needed slumber.
And of course, as you always do so well, remind me that summer ends. That cycles of living and dying are inevitable, unstoppable. That light turns to darkness. Damn you, autumn. Keeping me in the now, away from my preferred illusions. Never letting me forget that life is passing and I best wake up and pay attention.
Sounds like we have a normal relationship, you and I. I love you and I hate you. And every year, I cannot wait for your return.