“It’s too early to start dreaming about fall!”

Sorry, but you’re wrong. 🤷‍♀️

The leaves on the ground swirl around you in a colorful whirlwind of autumn and the air smells of long nights watching horror movies, rain, and soft, cashmere sweaters. The familiar sight of pumpkins carved with grotesque features, and cute original faces smiling back at you from the creaky porch of old houses, greets you as you peer down the block. Your hand is warm as you drive down the road underneath the gloomy sky above with the rain softly pattering on your windshield, as you hold your pumpkin spice latte with the same cinnamon dusting you can’t wait to put on it every year.

As you pass the grave yard you smile sadly at all of those souls who were once so beautiful, no longer living, no longer breathing, but deep down you know they’re in a better place. Once you pull into the small thrift store parking lot you get out and put your umbrella up. The rain comes down making a soothing melody of pitter patters on the clear top, and the leaves that have fallen but have not gotten soaked just yet from the small droplets of rain, crunch underneath of your doc martens creating that familiar feeling of fall time.

After leaving the thrift store, you get in your car once more and head to the other side of town to find your favorite murder mystery book at the local bookstore. The rain has eased up for now but the cast of clouds still looms overhead. When you walk into the bookstore the aroma of new paper in books that create endless fantasy’s and new obsessions makes you smile softly. You pick up “_How to Survive Your Murder_” and pay for it. After you get back into the car you drive back home to spend a quiet evening indoors, in the dark, with a new round of rain falling onto your roof. After settling in, you decide to get into your coziest fall pajamas, grab your new blanket that has ghosts on it that you bought from Home Goods, and watch _Scream_.

(I listened to Oh Klahoma by Jack Stauber while writing this in case anyone asked 😊)