10/8

Autumn always has been and always will be where I feel most at home. 

It's where a dull, grey campus can look a little brighter 

As I wander through the breeze and winds with a warm drink in my hand, 

feeling crisp, feeling alive. 

I listen to my professor as he holds his coffee and never drinks it

And I listen to my professor try embarrassingly hard to seem as though she's current and hip. 

But something makes all these things seem okay, and that's the prospect of venturing back into the cool air,

Taking in a deep breath. 

Autumn is smelling like cigarettes and my favorite perfume 

It's my warmest shirts and bonfires,

It's rolling in the leaves with you and 

Holding each other in the afternoons. 

October in the Railroad Earth is ringing through my ears 

At night I light my candles 

And crack the window open.

I stare at the yellow moon 

Against the shedding trees

We kiss goodnight 

I can sleep untroubled, 

Finally eager for a new morning.