The air has grown thin. The sky is so blue, the sun is shining, but it doesn’t thaw the parts of me that are frozen to the core. This time of year always makes me pensive. On warmer days, I could sit in the sun amongst the leaves and let my surroundings soak into my skin for hours. Days like today, however, freeze me. Remind me that autumn is just a fleeting idea, a stepping stone to winter’s deadly grasp. Soon all the leaves will have fallen, the wind will work its way through every layer worn, and the world will turn in to itself and hibernate. I wish I could sleep through winter. But it is only October, and the sun is shining and, despite how cold it feels to me today, something much worse is on its way. The sun is like a lover, she burned too hot, and now she’s turned a cold shoulder and she is leaving. I can feel it happening, but I am powerless to stop it. So I will choose to delight in the sun, the fact that I can still bare my skin and feel her warmth, even if it feels farther than it did even a week ago. She’s still with me, for now, and every moment counts.