There is a slight chance of Autumn in the air.

I'm distressingly undecided in regards to my feelings about the impending Autumn. Surely its already Autumn, but strictly in an official way that really has no relation to when Autumn really starts. When leaves are slowly drained of their green lifeblood, their chlorophyll, and fall to the ground dead and brittle and snap and crackle under your shoes and bike tires and cover sidewalks and fill gutters and blanket the strips of grass between the sidewalk and road and pile up at crosswalks and get wet and bunch together when the comparatively cold rains of early Autumn (compared to Summer rains) bleakly seep down from when you wake up until after you go to sleep and the sky has a wrinkly pallid-gray sheet thrown across it, and you wonder if the Sun minds this billowy impediment and you feel bad for the Sun because its been far too long since you've seen her, and she feels bad for you and its been far too long since she's shined down on you, and so but suddenly you miss Summer and the hot days and cool pond water and far too short canoe trips and extremely lengthy but somehow inexplicably never dull picnics and chilly nights in tree forts (but not as chilly as you are now) and more than anything you miss the Sun and how brightly she shined, and how everyday you could wake up and not even have to check and know that she would be there to shine, waiting patiently outside your window and how now, in the Autumn you can see the Sun but somehow, our swiftly tilting planet has aligned itself in such a way that the Sun in all her Glory is too far to be felt and now she fades away because Winter is coming, and Autumn is so hard to enjoy, nearly impossible to enjoy, even on freakishly nice spring-like days like today, because you know with each passing moment you're drawing closer to Winter and that days grow shorter and much sooner than you expected or had hoped to expect the ground freezes and you start to wear boots everywhere and hats and mittens and the wrinkled gray sheet comes back for good and then snow falls and accumulates and eventually is heaped into great piles by filthy orange trucks that also fling salt and dirt everywhere, and cars without four-wheel drive become obsolete and sit idly and are covered by feet of crushing snow, and little old ladies can't leave their houses, and tired old men trudge up and down their driveways alone with red plastic shovels placing their hands on their aching backs, and so suddenly in the depth of this isolating and depressing winter you happen to be plodding through the snow on an incredibly clear day, seeing typically depressing winter scenarios play out, and all of the sudden you see the Sun and she's shining happily and you realize she's been there all along and really misses you and can't wait until Summer but wants you to be happy in the Autumn and the Winter and that even if you can't see her she is still there and tells you so by winking ever so slightly and you understand why and you are suddenly happy even as the snow falls and cold wind blows and it takes longer then you might expect but eventually the snow melts a bit, then comes back, but then more melts this time and the ice on lakes begins to thaw and the first green thing you see in the ground makes your heart leap and birds fly back North and land on the thawing lakes and you greet them as they distractedly float past you, and small furry creatures pop out of holes in the ground and in trees and search for nuts and seeds, and you see a robin, and before you know it green things are everywhere and the Sun has returned and you greet her, wearing shorts and a t-shirt, because even though its 45 degrees its Spring and you are happy. So, all in all, I think Autumn is a pretty alright season and I welcome it and I will try not to complain about it or Winter too much as long as they promise to eventually yield to Spring and Summer.