Seasons

I loved this time of year.

Excited for Thanksgiving with the family, warm nights by the fire with friends.

Few drinks, a lot of laughter.

God. I loved this time of year.

When the crisp air would hit my cheeks, and turn them red.

I'd look for your body for warmth, I'd look for you for comfort as well.

This was life, hanging out with friends on the weekends, and staying inside for the weekdays, heater running, cinnamon filling the air. Dogs waging their tails and the thought of "mom and dad" home.

This season is the best, I swear.

Leaves falling graciously on the ground, while the others cheer them on from the trees.

The wind chiming in with their own tunes.

It's been two years now.

I'm in a new state, Thanksgiving is another work day with holiday pay.

The air now stings when it hits my face. It would do no good to look for you for warmth or comfort, you're not here.

Weekends are spent in a 1 br apartment listening to the neighbors giggle and laugh. Such a beautiful sound, I miss it.

Weekdays are filled with 13 hr shifts at work, to come home and sleep.

This season is the saddest season, I swear.

The leaves still fall, but is it really graciously? Or are some scared? Are the ones on the trees cheering? Or are they crying for their lost friends?

The wind is singing such a sad tune.

This time of year use to be my favorite, now I dread it more than ever.