Autumn

It was a beautiful season. I call it autumn, others call it fall. I still don't know the beauty of it until I was here. I still don't know a place with lovely autumn till I've been here. The mornings and nights are fresh and cool, and the sun pours down like spilled honey, warm without the thickness and weight of a hot summer. The damp earth is as red as flesh. I saw a hundred and hundred shades of green that turn from yellow to red and gold and falling on the ground. I spent more than a few mornings simply drifting and walking in the smells and sights of autumn. Sometimes I lingered, raising my head to the evening skies, dark and cold but sometimes I caught it milky with stars. I fall in love with it more and more and autumn became my favorite season.