Days filled with raking leaves. Days where the scent of wood smoke filled the air.
Days when my father would call my name, telling me it was time to change out the summer screens with storm windows. Days when dinner included Mom's fresh baked apple pies made from just picked apples.
The memories flood my mind sending me back to what seemed a simpler time. I am filled with a sense of longing. A desire to spend one more day in that time. A day that is real and not just in my dreams. But those long ago days are now just memories tickling my senses. I live where someone else rakes the leaves, my fireplace is gas, and my father has been gone many years. These days, long lost lovers reside only in my memories.
And I know that it is time to make new memories. Ones shared with a new generation. For, although autumn can be a time of melancholy, it can also be a time of joy. No matter the season or the time of our lives there is so much living left in each new day.