Wake Me Up When September Ends

The tip of your nose is red and your cheeks are chilled from the cool autumn air. Dense, pewter clouds overlap each other, blanketing the sky. You take in a full breath of that comforting chilly air as your feet crunch over orange leaves. You lean your head back, admiring the way the orange and golden leaves seem to glow against the drab sky. The air has a certain scent that awakens you to the rich feeling of fall. Your hand grasps the cold metal doorknob, and you lean against the door. Your stomach growls in want; the warm, safe house smells like meat and potatoes that have been stewing in the crockpot all day.