Autumn is coming, and soon fields of rippling yellow agony (goldenrod, to which I am allergic) will be replaced with that strange, ethereal light filtered through falling leaves, and the faint smell of smoke carried on a crisp wind. It revitalizes me after the long, hot, humid, lonely summer months. Night grows longer, and I am driven to wander under the stars. I first fell in love in the fall, after one of the most miserable seasons of my life, and have never fallen in love in any other season since then.
mechanic:
I love fall...there's nothing like it... nothing...
bettietwoguns:
She is gone gone gone. I ain't got your #. Have to wait.