Dear Autumn: A Love Letter

Dear Autumn,
       Where are you baby? I miss you.
       Don’t get me wrong. I love Summer. She’s hot, sexy, and lots of fun. She doesn’t wear much clothing, and looks incredible in a bikini. She's always barefoot, which drives me wild.  She’s totally cool with me going shirtless when I’m with her. She’s a bright ray of sunshine, and her sunshine greets me early and stays up with me late. We do an awful lot when she’s here. I really love her.
       But it’s time for you, now, sweet Autumn. Your chestnut hair and golden skin. Your tight leggings, sexy boots, and cozy, snug sweaters. Your delicious scent, as we walk together in the cool, crisp air, and marvel at the explosion of color all around us. Football! Glorious, mayhemic football! Making fires, and then making love in front of the flames. The changing light, and the special feel of a late Saturday afternoon. Our get-aways to little country towns to see the flamboyant, colorful magic.
       You, my lovely Autumn, are the most romantic of them all. And, no matter what anyone says, you are just as beautiful as Summer.
       But where are you?
       Oh. Wait.
       There you are.............

   

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