My Autumn

My days are growing shorter. And my nights are growing longer… and colder. I’m also totally aware of just how much I still yearn for another spring. To cast my eyes upon a world coming to life, with all the color flooding back into the grey would be so very exhilarating. But this is my autumn. I will only know the wilting and the relentless march of days towards the cold. I will only know spring, the immortal certainty of youth, in my memory. And I will grieve it. And I will prepare for the long nights ahead.