She was a cacophony of colors, the way autumn rolls in on a gust of crisp wind and changes the leaves as she rolls past them. Then she lingers, the way the cold air bites at your cheeks each morning, and goes away just for a moment, while the sun shines her warmth upon you. And then she’s back in the night, bringing tempestuous rain and frosty mornings. At last, when earth falls asleep and winter comes, you miss her. You miss her chaos and sudden changes, you miss her mystery. The way she blew into your life, changing all of your well laid plans, messed up your hair, and then left you wishing she’d of stayed a little longer.