My Childhood Autumn

Cool air and fading sunshine, hard cracked ground and brown grass wilting, warm colors spreading through the trees like wildfires, painting leaves golden hues of red and orange. The air is crisp and calm, absorbing the scents and sounds of a quieter season, as birds slowly stop singing and the summer cicadas' penetrating, rhythmic mating calls fade... Nothing beats coming back to the home of my childhood and feeling autumn the same way I did as a little girl.