This is how Autumn comes in the morning while I sleep. Like a warm blanket. Like an early morning embrace. Like careless whispers. Like long conversations. Sometimes we fold it and keep it in our suitcases. Our clothes smell good. At other times we put it inside our salt jars. We use it while cooking. Or sometimes we use it to comb our hair. That's how we never get grey hair. Autumn comes as a sweet taste on the tip of our tongues. Like those sweets, we secretly ate during school time. Autumn is our favorite friend. It lingers. It's lazy. It's patient. Mostly silent. We miss it so much when winter comes to stay, chasing Autumn away. Winter is too talkative, it has stories of all 4 seasons. It thinks everyone loves winter, but we don't tell how our heart lingers in the softness of Autumn. Autumn is my favorite lover. It sheds the past and brings new smells each time. Each year. Each fall.

First published in 2017 on Facebook

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