14 July 2012
The heat of the summer makes me reminisce about the cool, crisp, breezes of Autumn. Nights sitting on the front porch watching the leaves flutter effortlessly to the ground to join their fallen companions. The smell of burning brush fills the air from the camp fire down the street as the smoke whisks it's way through the evening air to elate the senses. The last of the lightening bugs flicker their messages in the dim light of dusk, dancing in elation while the warmth of autumn still remains. I am right there now, if I close my eyes, though the drone of the air conditioner echoes in my ear. Evenings of pure bliss, bar-b-ques, roasted marshmallows, a cold beer with friends, all sharing the common bond of celebrating Summer's departure. The grass begins to turn brown and crunch beneath your feet, but the first snow flakes have yet to fall. Winter's chill is months away, and we are left with a time of pure perfection, Mother Nature's greatest gift before the cold.
I love the way you describe the fall and describing the autumn nights and what you enjoy about them. I too love the fall. I cannot wait til September and October get here.
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