The shriek was so unexpected and startling, a tsunami of coffee sloshed out of his mug in a hot wave as he jumped at the sound.
“What’s wrong?” he yelled, running out of the kitchen and through the open back door.
Barefoot, in her nightgown, she stood in the center of the yard with her arms flung wide, taking deep breaths of the early morning air. “Nothing’s wrong.” Spinning in wild circles, she laughed. “It’s finally here!”
The grass was damp with dew as he walked toward her. “What’s here?”
When she spun into his arms, he held her tight, smiling into her exuberant face.
“Fall,” she grinned. “Fall is here.”
He could almost taste the changing season on her lips when he kissed her, smell the hint of wood smoke that would soon tangle in her hair, feel the crisp, cool air on her soft skin.
Though he knew, as he carried her inside, he would always burn for her with the heat of Summer…
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Temperatures this week are to exceed the 100* mark, which is no doubt why I imagined dancing in the cool grass of a Fall morning with this bit of flash fiction...
FYI: And yes, in case you're wondering, I always capitalize the seasons.