Drabble 70 – Psithurism

I make no secret that I’ve been pining for fall. The seasons have finally caught up with my wishes–today, I watched a rainstorm roll in over the bay while the sun fought to shine through a little open patch in the clouds. It’s still raining outside and, thankfully, some of the stress of the past few weeks is starting to calm down.

It’s only October and I’m already wearing scarves and jackets and heating up apple cider every afternoon. I’m not at all festive when it comes to Christmas but the moment the weather turns even a bit nippy I pull a Cinderella and become a pumpkin.

I’ll miss my flowers and green grass and the sweet smell of lilacs and roses. But fresh apples and cinnamon and maple make a good substitute, I think.

Anyway, here’s a drabble.