The air is brisk and the ground has a natural crunch. It's Fall. Autumn is coffee, flannels, and leaves falling. I ache for the days where I walk outside only to realize that with every breath I take, I can see my breath forming in the Autumn air as I exhale. It's about waking up at 7 am with a cup of coffee that sends waves of heat into your body, and waiting for the journey into the day.
The trees are dying, but we somehow are able to find beauty in their hardening branches and turning leaves. The distinct smell of musky cold and strong coffee fill up the room as I wrap up in my favorite flannel blanket. Autumn has always reminded me of you, and the way your scent lingers on the endless shirts and beanies that find their way into my room. I hold them in my hands and breathe them in, and even when you're not here, you are. The cold surrounds us, but it has a comforting embrace, and as we walk down the street, I burrow into my scarf and pull you closer. We sip our coffee, I look into your eyes and suddenly drown into you. I'm captivated. It's Fall.
