So my favorite season has creeped up on me...the season that reminds you of foggy mornings touching serene aspirations of wintry chills...where the blue sky turn a little darker in anticipation of all that the season holds..when I dream of a little prairie house on a steep hill with countless trees dressed in ornate shades of gold and red..
Alas the first day of autumn, I sit in my pajamas in my cozy bed in mid-west America sniffling and coughing..Yet I remember my wonderful yesterday and, dream of my beautiful tomorrow..yet I eat my mangoes as a tribute to my season..I listen to 'I Remember You' as a tribute to my past seasons..and I read C. S . Lewis as a rite of passage from summer to fall..When the easy-read tends to grow a little dreary, and you want something a bit more engaging to celebrate you.
I do remember you. And I hope you remember me.
Beautiful. You captured the nostalgia, the tranquility and wonder of my favorite season. We need to get YOU a book contract.
ReplyDeleteThanks Wey!! Don't try to flip the script on me buddy :-)
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