Autumn Stories-- Day 5

Just a quick something I wrote about the change of the seasons: 

I watched her leave tonight. She proudly gathered up her things and gave me a sweet breeze of a kiss on my forehead. She smelled of roses and sweet dry grass. As she spoke, her voice was like a bubbling spring.

"Remember me," she said. "I'll be back before you know it." Her smile was like a warm beam of sunshine. I suddenly felt sleepy.

As she drew away, I felt a sharp pain along the back of my neck, an unpleasant pins and needles sensation that I had not felt for some time: cold. The cold meant only one thing.

Autumn was coming.

Sure enough, there he was-- majestic and glorious, yet gruff and stern, garbed in a bright array of colors. He hustled her along, leading her away. She turned and waved to me over her shoulder, and already I felt an ache of longing. I missed her already. But I must be brave.

Forcing a smile, I waved goodbye to Summer.