the cold is back. this is a sign of autumn approaching. what's missing is just the orange-red leaves on the almost barren trees and scattered across the walkway. and as you step over the pile of leaves, you hear soft cracking sounds beneath your snickers.
i shiver. but in these few nights, i snuggle under the warmth of my quilt in bed. and slowly i fall into slumber.

PS corrinne may's songs soothes the soul.