The light coolness of the breeze,
Just the right side of needing a jacket,
The joy of wearing that favourite sweater,
The smell of wood smoke in the air.
The way you can just feel the season change,
The crisp chill in the air,
The soft crunch of leaves as you stroll down the pavement
Watching the colours change then slowly...
Disappear...
Yes, this is what I've been waiting for.
