Falling into the past, for a moment...

The crisp chill on warm skin always brings me to that special place we used to know. With the gentle easing of a fall breeze I am moved into memories with autumn colored leaves. I can almost smell the way you smelt then, I can remember the softness of your bare skin against my bare skin, two bodies and souls intertwined under the blankets warmth. Nothing could harm us there, we were surrounded in ourselves and in our love. The simple act of a loving look, the pleasure of a delicate caress, the silent cup of coffee shared while being lost in the season. You are fall drive, windows down, music blasting, smoke barreling, life being grasped. I keep you in that breeze, in that season, so that when those winds start blowing I am transported to a beautiful time that was spent. I smile at the grand love that was shared, so I can stop in and visit you sometimes. It reminds me of the power of love and the importance of change, like the dying away of leaves to save the tree that is rooted, and the need to let it all flow and to not try and tighten my hold.