The golden hour,
Light from every direction,
Surrounding and flowing inside you,
That is the feeling of fall.
The crisp air,
Freezing your lungs,
The prickle against your eyes in the wind;
The feeling of fall.
A sniffle in the chilly breeze,
Shoulders hunched against the rain,
Rosy cheeks and laughter.
That is fall.
Posted in response to the challenge Fall: Writing.