I’m feeling fall. It’s almost here. Today is warmer than it was suppose to be, but the sun is shining in an indirect way and leaves are floating on the breeze. When I walk, my feet send dry, tiny leaves skittering. The air is excited, holding back a secret, hand clasped over the mouth but whispering in my ear. Shadows bend and move, creeping forward. My blood moves in me, aware of the changes all around.
I desire to reach out and touch, but it’s always beyond me, elusive. I can never quite get enough of it although I feel it all around me. I yearn for him, longing from a deep place in me that I never understand, that I’m scared to. The wind is his whisper, the warmth from the sun are his arms. I know him intimately, yet I shy away.
The grass crunches softly under my feet, I feel, I’m so very aware. The color is different. Things I can’t express, feelings I repress, realities swirling. The clouds are covering the sun, the wind is cooler and I smile.