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ever a year I needed fall, it was this. I've waited for the firey painting of the sky, the refreshing breeze, the thin coats warping in the gusts of all that is fall. I've waited since winter. Instead, it turns from summer to winter in a single day.
I'd almost feel stolen from, if I didn't realize it was never mine.
I push my hands into the pockets of my coat. The same hidden pockets she found for me about six months ago. I need a new coat. I used to shine in it. Anymore, it feels dull. It's not thick enough to ward off wind, but it's more than my own skin.
I've put way too much thought into that.
That made me smile.
My feet continue with easy steps in the frost-invoking air. Maybe easy. They could damn well be heavy, but I wouldn't really know. Hmm, I'd be an easy target for snipers.
I don't think there are many snipers in my neighborhood.
But just in case, I duck and weave a little.
I blow air out of my mouth, the instant fog twisting and dissipating, with only the sound of my breath and my memory as evidence it ever existed.
Man, if not for the smell and the killing thing, I would be smoking.
Until they do that, I'll just pretend on cold nights.