It's been such a long time. Much longer than usual I do believe. You are quite late in your visit this year, at least a month late. I should be mad at you, but when you arrived a few days ago, I couldn't be. I was so overwhelmed with utter happiness that you were finally here that I couldn't be angry at you.
You see, I've been waiting for you to arrive before I begin wearing my favorite jeans and plaid shirts, or leggings and a hoodie. Not to mention I haven't broken out a pair of boots this season, yet. I haven't drank any hot chocolate or really had anything pumpkin flavored yet - which is quite astonishing, as pumpkin is one of my favorite things in the world. The color changing leaves are supposed to come a bit before you, but you have failed in that respect this year, as they are all still green with a bit of brown spots. I hadn't felt that slight chill in the air outside until you arrived a few days ago, and brought it with you, and the cloudy weather as well. It's because of you that I have been late to the enjoyment of all these delightful things. But as you are here now, I forgive you.
