And when the land begins to call, the sprites they dance, the leaves they fall.

Autumn and I have a love/hate relationship. It loves to kiss my lips with it's cold breath and I hate to receive these kinds of kisses. I had my first caramel apple of the season and it's not even official yet. It's too early, but I enjoyed it all the same. Even if I had to force it down my not so normal throat at the moment. I really do think I wait for the apple cider and crisp smell of autumn air. I love the changing of the leaves for the most part. The crimsons, the oranges, the yellows. It just saddens me to see the summer die away so quickly. I saw a leaf fall today and I felt an imaginary tear roll down my cheek. "Goodbye."

I think sometimes I'm the only one who enjoys the smell of the burning leaves outside. I don't let myself enjoy stepping outside in shorts and a t-shirt in the cool air and smell the burning. I don't let myself enjoy autumn. (Or winter for that matter.) I've come to hate it. It means winter soon. I don't like winter any more. I dread snowflakes falling onto my backporch. It's not the same anymore.

The only time it's alright is when Christmas is reporting in.

xo hannahbanana