Breathe deep. Autumn’s air. Same as always. Smokey and thick with a crisp finish. 

Same familiar autumn air I would draw in as a young girl. I remember her wild way with this season as I smell  fall’s cologne. That girl is not gone from me. The girl in love with fall.   She is with me still.   I’ve just cultivated her into the girl I am now.   And she’ll no doubt stay as I grow some more. 

The crisp aftertaste lingers. Winter is not far behind. Me and my girl have some pruning to do.