The smell of the chilled air

the way the position of the sun affects the brightness of the day

the changing leaves that fall to the ground and form a temporary carpet

my favorite time of year

a time of transition

a time when much of nature is preparing to sleep

but, a time when an awakening takes place in me…

awakened memories;

memories of people that have fallen asleep

and times that cannot be relived

memories of the warmth and security that their presence provided …

I miss that, and I miss them