The Sights and Smells of Autumn

The Sights and Smells of Autumn


It’s still hot here in Texas. Maybe that’s why the sights and smells of autumn have been surfacing in my thoughts lately. It’s the time of year where I am the most creative. I read more. Paint more and take a step back to be in the moment.


I’m a native Texan so naturally I dreamt when I grew up I would live in a space with four seasons. My fantasy eventually fell around the backdrops of my favorite stories. Sleepy Hallow, Salem Massachusetts to name a couple.



I could taste the spiced apple cider as it warmed me against the cool autumn air. Standing around a campfire, locals roasting marshmallows as the local storyteller would recant the strange creatures that roamed the dark forest.



Of course, where I would live, would have a dark forest. A forbidden placed with only few would enter.


I could see all this as Fall nears once more.


And so every year it begins again. The middle of summer as I avoid the love hate existence of the Texas sun I dream of the faraway place nestled amongst my books. A brew of cider beckons to be sipped, a blanket longing to be wrapped, and a phantom longing to be found in that dark forest one should not dare to enter.


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