fall

the fall air is thick. reminding me, reminding me, when i'm outside, that it's here, all over my skin and deep in my lungs. a touch is the only true reminder of someone's presence. fall has depth of personality that other seasons lack. fall is the year's existential crisis. am i here? it asks. feel me. but you don't have to comment on me, i just want to feel that you know. not like the insecurities of summer and winter, wearing garish clothes and playing pranks. fall just wants to sit with you in the corner of the party, and listen to you talk about a book you both have read. dim and deep and understated, fall is the year's exhalation.