The-Silent-Stargazer

Autumn has a certain lingering perfume; a crisp chill that creeps into the air, holding promises of carnation cheeks, soul-warming soup, and soft, woolen sweaters. There's a subtle yet delicious shift in energy, and a quiet and patient sort of charm. Stepping outside on that first chilly day, I can already taste the smoke and pumpkin; already see the warm hues of gold-laden branches; already hear the game-day cheers and crackle of dry leaves underfoot.... I can already breathe the scent of autumn.

Autumn has a certain smell to it; a crisp chill that creeps into the air, holding promises of flushed cheeks, warm soups, and cozy sweaters. There's a subtle yet delicious shift in energy, and a quiet and patient sort of charm. Stepping outside on that first chilly day, I can already taste the smoke and pumpkin; already see the warm hues of gold-laden branches; already hear the game-day cheers and crackle of leaves underfoot.... I can already smell the autumn.

B, Oh, Sweetie... Just thinking about you makes me nostalgic. To remember a time when I was innocent like you... How old are you now, 11? Just finishing elementary school? You have discovered what a sentimental person you are- -that never really goes away. If I remember correctly, you're getting a few major changes: Cropping your lovely long hair, glasses, braces... I bet mom is just thrilled. (Oh, by the way, that was sarcasm. It's a valuable skill you'll pick up in a year or so) Do me a favor, and love on her. Appreciate each and every moment with her, because contrary to what you believe, she's not invincible, and... she won't exact