Last Days of September

I get so nostalgic in the fall.

It's something about the cooling air, warming hearts, and
bundling up.

It's like we survived the hot, sticky, busy summer that we'd
thought would never end.

I always get a little sad, though.

I feel as though I'm watching the warm, barefoot days and lazy
nights burst into flame-

watching them go down in a firey blaze of glory.

I know the cold is coming.

It's enough to make me shiver.