A recent post on my blog got me in a somewhat poetic mood. Here's what I long for as I miss this autumn season.
I miss autumn.
I miss stretching my arms through sleeves and tying boot laces.
I miss shivering in the slight cold as I wait in line for a cuppa.
I miss wrapping my neck in a scarf and topping off with a toque.
I miss the forest turning into a living display of fireworks.
I miss the crunch of the grass under the morning frost.
I miss seasonal spices: cinnamon, nutmeg, cloves, cardamom.
I miss fumbling for keys with thick gloved fingers.
I miss puffing smokey breaths like a contented dragon.
I miss pants. But mostly I miss autumn.