Equinox cometh.
And north of the forty-fifth parallel the transition from the carefree clothes-free summer to fall, and the artifacts of that Season: warm apple cider, bundling up, pot roast braising in the afternoon whilst the sunlight fades, and, perhaps, a kiss on a cold star-filled night when your exhale appears ghostlike and intertwines with hers…
And pumpkin pie, too.
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