it's not your fault. I love the crispy crunchy leaves and demented colours. I think that pumpkin pie smells heavenly. When I wake up in the morning and there's frost on the ground and the sky's all pink and glowy I feel as though my heart is going to explode with the sheer brilliance of it all.

So why, Fall, why? If you're so great, then why do I get so damn depressed and homesick at this time of year?

I know. It's not you, it's me. I guess I'm just not ready to give up the idea that one day I'll be able to go back 25 years, and walk through the village to school in new shiny shoes a whole different person. I'm not yearning for the past; rather, I'm mourning the history that can't be rewritten.

Forgive me, Fall...