My favourite season

I'm going to miss autumn.
I'm going to miss the smell of firewood burning.
I'm going to miss breathing in the crisp cool air.
I'm going to miss the crunching of colourful leaves under my feet.
I'm going to miss being enveloped by soft fabric, my sweater and scarf.
I'm going to miss the smell of pumpkin pie.
I'm going to miss the grey sky.
I'm going to miss the look of rain drops on dark stone.
I'm going to miss the sound of leaves rattling in the breeze.
I'm going to miss autumnal comfort food, warm and aromatic.
I'm going to miss walking slowly around a beautiful small town as I take in all of the beauty that autumn has to offer. It's truly my favourite season, everything about it makes me calm. Nothing is better than my husband's warm hand in mine and the sound of my little baby kicking in her stroller as we walk around orange mums and carved pumpkins before maghrib. Everything seemed to go in slow motion. Everything was silent, no car horns, just the sound of leaves swirling at our feet and distant laughter from rosy cheeked school children.
What am I going to do without the most comfortable season of the year?

If autumn lasted longer back home I would have never left it behind...