The season, finally here.
Crisp apple red, bright golden yellow, ripe orange.
The light breeze, clouds blowing air throughout your hair.
The warming smell of cinnamon or pumpkin.
The sound of crackling leaves each time you step.
Wind chimes swinging back and forth, the wind going crazy.

Listening to the gusts of wind streaming through your ears.
Bright rays of the sun, clear blue skies with a hint of cotton in them.
The warmth, the sensation, the rush of excitement.
Goosebumps, but snug.
Knowing this is as good as it can get.

The holiday everyone awaits for. Both.
The ghosts and vampires around you.
You enter, the smoke fills the room, something grabs at you.
The terrified watery eyed look, but the adrenaline rush that hit you hard.
Then, the numbness of toes and sleepiness of turkey.
You're stuffed, feeling satisfied for next time. Leftovers upon leftovers.

The ending of the day, it drops 10, the bundles of blankets suffocate you.
The light grasp of hot cocoa, marshmallows melting, the screams the t.v. blurbs out.
The daring smells of smoke lingering in your hair left from the night before.
Remembering that the leaves are in a new generation of life.
Remembering the screams, laughter, and filling food, that is to come.
This is the season I strive and live for.
This is my kind of life.