Fall

The temperature is just right. You can wear jeans and a t-shirt, be wrapped up in a light blanket next to the one you love so much and be absolutely content. Its fall. The leaves are changing color from green to yellows, orange, and reds. The grass is such a rich shade of green. When you walk outside you don't get far before you hear that crunching sound, you know, the sound the dead leaves make when you walk on them. Sometimes when you know that its that perfect time of day, when the sun is just reaching its highest point in the sky, when the weather is just right, you know its time to make that call. The call to the one that loves you when you are unlovable. The one who thinks your beautiful when you think your not. The one that tells you he loves you every time you meet. The one that can lay there with you all day and you even talk but just to listen in the silence with you and delight in each others company. Him. He is the one you choose to call.

When he arrives you greet him with a kiss. A sweet, adoring kiss that just lets him know that your glad he is there with you to share this most beautiful time of the day with you. He takes your hand motioning for you to lead the way. As you walk towards the back of the house you grab the quilt, the old one that your grandmother made for you when you were just a little kid. Leading the two of you out to the back yard where you spread the quilt out for the two of you to lay on. Side by side, hand in hand you lay there, eyes closed, ears open and aware. You hear the birds singing songs and the squirrels playing games. You can hear the light swaying of the trees and the wind that brushes up against your skin sending a slight chill down your spine. The warmth of the sun is not overpowering but it calms the chill in the air and when the sun hits your eye lids you drift. Drift into a slumber under the warm afternoon sun, next to your favorite person that you know will still be there when you wake up.

Its fall and the colors are changing.