Dear Autumn,
It seems that you have gained a new corespondent, Me. While carrie I'm sure had your daily writings well covered, I believe that you deserve more attention than any one person could give you. You see, you are my favorite, what with your crinkled leaves and late night campfires. You only arrived not a week ago, but I am so glad that you are here. It rained today, and you have the most magical way of making the world smell wonderful after a good rainstorm. Today it smelled of wet pavement, and leaves, which is to me like a perfume. I carried the smell of your rain with me today, reminding myself of what an old friend you are. Summer has it's lovers, as do winter and spring, but autumn, you are special. Here in the States, we have left the Indian summer in the past. no more are the days of morning sweater weather, and mid day heat stokes, here now are the days of chill, of burgundy and crimson. Today was a day of wooly socks for me, a luxury I had forgotten over the summer. thank you for coming back Autumn, Thank you.
