#23

As I lay in bed, head tilted on the pillow, chin touching shoulder, I am realizing that summer is quickly fading. The sunshine-y warmth of my skin is not radiating as it was just a few short weeks ago. When I awake in the morning there is a crisp chill that lets me know a change of seasons is in the air. The trees are beginning to lose their leaves; I have harvested my tomatoes and peppers; and a fall wreath is on the door. Candy corn and mini chocolate bars line the drug store aisle next to overpriced costumes. I cannot believe that summer, which I had anxiously anticipated, is fleeting so fast. It's like she was never here.