Anticipating fall

It’s always this time of year when I am longing for the cloudless sky, the leaves on the trees changing to orange, red, and eventually brown and on the ground. The wind blowing against my skin, the air is so fresh and cool you long to be in it twenty-four hours. Pumpkin Spice Lattes with a shot of vanilla are almost an every other day enjoyment. The stars at night are brighter, and yet it’s darker out. I’ve been enjoying this 78-80ish weather far too much. It’s almost inspired me enough to go “fall dress” shopping. I am longing to buy that first long sleeve shirt like no other. All in all, this is my favorite time of year; I honestly hate to see it go… There’s just something about it that bring such great anticipation for the unknown.
I can’t wait to layout in the grass under the stars, with a pumpkin spice latte… hmm maybe tomorrow night, maybe just maybe.

Man on the moon--by me

Man on the Moon.

I looked at the man on the moon
Wondering what I was really going to do.

I sat there, he said, nothing.
The man on the moon reached down for me.

I took hold of his hand
The ground I was on was unknown,
But then it felt known.

He smiled and whispered
sweet melodies in my ear.

Later, just before the sun rose
He sent me back to earth.

Only He sent me back without a trace
Of reality…leading me to believe it was a dream.

Perhaps it was a dream.
Perhaps it was reality.

Maybe just maybe it was my dreams.