We desire it. Forcing it in various ways, in hopes that it will come sooner. No sooner it comes, it will pass.
Wait patiently. It is almost here.
-my favorite time of year
|There is nothing like the smell of a campfire on a crisp cool night.|
|Autumn is a second spring when every leaf is a flower. -Albert Camus|
|Unforced snuggle time.|