i love you. mainly because you are the prelude to autumn, but also because you mark the end of summer. you are my annual lesson in starting over, tearing down and building up, getting down to business. you bring practice in the dramatic art of transition (not an easy task to master for a stubborn, stability-craving girl like me). teach me to glow with that soft golden light you so casually throw around. i gently knock at your door with a heart full of gratitude and sweet anticipation. let's do it.