An Observer's Excerpt

Lately, the weather has been exceptionally beautiful. Unfamiliar with the soft whisper of a breeze, or the slight pinches of cold temperature for quite a while, I have found myself again, appreciating the majestic nature of fall. Each morning when I awake, I cannot help but tighten my blankets closely around my body, like a rekindled love, enjoying the enveloping, cold weather. I like to imagine that the weather plays a game of tag with me, hitting my arm buoyantly as if expecting me to chase quickly soon after it, with a sense of relentlessness and determination.