Goodbye, Summer

Goodbye, Summer
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Autumn has been my favorite season for as long as I can remember. Once the calendar flips to September, I am the happiest kid on the block. My birthday happens, school starts, and the weather ages to perfection. Cool, crisp nights end with warm, breezy days. The humidity disappears, leaving plenty of room in the atmosphere for the beautiful sounds of jazz to float languidly among the falling leaves.

This year, however, it seems that my perfect weather came during the summer, and I am now to endure a gloomy and gross September, spoiled from all the hurricane rain. It is almost enough to make me cry.

But once in a while, autumn throws me a bone and gives me a beautiful sunset or a warm hug of a breeze to remind me that it still loves me. Even as I type this, I can see the sun for the first time in days. So Mr. Autumn, I love you, too. Just please don't try this again next year. And please keep Mr. Winter on vacation as long as possible.