the tips of trees are blushing with golden hues of yellows and orange. my morning walks are cooled by slight breezes blowing away those lazy summer airwaves. no more rushing under the covers to cool off on crisp sheets.. no more sleeping in with just a shirt on.. no more humid nights in parking lots lit by street lights.. no more mosquito ridden walks in the park.. no more summer romance. i bid you adieu. it was lovely to have known you.. but my heart always belonged to autumn.