Autumn's Warmth

        When the sun starts setting before the smell of my mother’s cooking and the birds are silent in mornings. The warmth has returned in my house. The sweet smell of crisp apple cinnamon wafts and lingers around the air. Bringing memories of the past that run around like the pitter patter of a child’s playing. The meals are hot and the hearth of the family brightens. The leafs that fall on the lawn brush the frosted grown and skip to a halt Intel the wind gives it a nudge to move again. The air is a clean refreshing feeling towards the lungs, pushing out the left over mug of summer. Of course these are just a few of the things I love about autumn. It brings my family closer than before and I could wish nothing more than that for my family.