She stood at the border of Autumn, hesitating. Sitting quietly on a rock, looking at the green foliage behind her, then peeking at the warmer colors, melting into the leaves, announcing the upcoming Fall.

The choice wasn’t hers, and she knew it. Once you came this close to Fall, you fell into the switch of seasons, wether you really wanted it or not. Oh, some tried to hang on to the last untouched Summer branches on their path, but they only got painfull scars on their palms, reminding them that Life was an unstoppable clock…

Tic, toc… Tic…

She was ready to let herself be sucked into Fall, and its new smells, its new sceneries. She was ready to listen to the cracking leaves under her soles, ready to see them let go, ready to see the geese fly South quacking loudly in the sky.

Different times, different realities. But different didn’t have to be bad in itself, did it? Spring wouldn’t have been without Summer, and Summer wouldn’t be, without Autumn.

Stay in Summer… He seemed to whisper to her. From his end of Fall, he probably feared her coming along would push him into Winter. She strongly disagreed.

Can’t we share this season, for a while? She wondered. When I light a candle, can’t you smell the cinnamon in the air? When I make fire in the fireplace, can’t you feel the heat?

She knew she was aguing alone, but she wondered all the same. Couldn’t they share Autumn for a little while? Holding warm mugs in their hands, and wrapping hot blankets around their shoulders as the night set, day after day, giving place to the clearest skies, and the brightest stars?

Sure, we can… 

He hadn’t spoken these comforting words, but bringing his chair a little closer to the fire, she knew he meant just that.

She kept silent, from then on… But her smile announced the sweetest Autumn she could have imagined.