Hey Autumn, where are you?
You're late. You normally arrive as the first Pumpkin Spice Latte is brewed, but September First has been and gone and I still can't find you.
There are signs of you all around. The air is thick and cloudy and leaves are curling at their edges. The rain has arrived and is coaxing us into our homes, and yet you're still not here.
I pulled out my scarves and cosiest jumpers, I've got a purple lipstick that want's to be worn, and yet instead of waking up to the cold chill of a September morning, I wake up to the whir of my fan, and the warmth from the window.
I'm so ready for you Autumn. I can't wait to snuggle under a blanket and read a book while the rain comes down. I'm so excited for an early morning walk in your crisp, misty air. I want to go apple picking on a Sunday morning, and bake a cinnamon apple pie in the evening. I want to have a picnic in the forest where we feast on steaming hot chilli and spicy chai lattes.
I hope you'll be here soon. Summer is great and all, but you, you're my favourite.
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