The wind is in the trees again and I am dying to take a walk. It speaks of autumn and the crispness of evening. I yearn for snow and freezing days when I bundle up in layers of blankets and think of nothing but a hot shower and warm apple cider.
Then I'll probably whine about how cold it is. For now, I am scowling at the heat and the wicked sun. Drench my mountains with fresh rain. Come on wind, do your job.
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