Covered in a pile of old books, sinking into a few pillows, shoved between a bookshelf and the bottom step. The windows appear to be crying, but it's happy tears because it hasn't rained in ages. For the short few moments the sky grew dark and the raindrops danced across the windowpanes, I was curled up in happiness and blue shades of the storm wrapped around my vision. Later, when a small pile of leaves collected in the center of the trampoline, I was reminded why I love Autumn so much. I don't think I can wait another thirty days. Autumn is the reason I force myself to survive the other nine months.