You would think after so many Octobers, I’d be used to it by now. But here I am, taking pictures of the same trees, picking up leaves I have absolutely no use for, and finding excuses to take the longer way home.

I know exactly what to expect from autumn by now, and I still look forward to every little bit of it.

I wrote this little poem for that feeling. For the ordinary things that become extraordinary for a few weeks each year, and for the kind of love that never quite loses its butterflies.

I hope it finds you somewhere lovely today, preferably with a pocket full of chestnuts and nowhere in particular to be.

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