Lines Between Living

The air arrives with a hush,

crisp as if the wind itself

has pressed reset.

We reach for hoodies,

familiar as old friends,

wrap blankets around our shoulders

like promises we’ve kept.

A warm cup steams between our palms,

its comfort rising in small clouds

that mirror our breath,

a quiet ritual on the couch

where the season settles in.

Outside, the leaves shift

green surrendering to flame,

gold tumbling into amber.

Each crunch beneath our steps

carries the weight of memory,

reminders of childhood walks,

bonfires, and a kind of nostalgia

that only autumn knows how to stir.

The world slows, softens,

as if whispering:

You are home,

you are held,

you are here.

Welcome to Autumn.