Anticipation

The cold is coming, I can feel it. Time for sweaters and boots. Time for scarves snug and warm, hats of all colors and shapes. Fall is here, though it seems so fleeting. Soon, Christmas. I wait in anticipation, a child trying to sit still as the season unfolds before me. Full of ice crystals, homes all a glow, music in the air, hearts full of cheer. I dream of the cold nipping at my nose, waking me from the slumber that was the summer heat. There is joy in every season, things to celebrate in every weather. But the cold is coming, and I am alive once more.