i am counting down the days until autumn, when you will all come back to me.
i miss you.
i am a bit envious of the back porch and patio.
but i know soon it will wish to be me when it is covered in leaves and then snow.
i do appreciate your little visits as you pass through, water a plant, pull a game from a drawer, dust the mantle, choose a book from the shelf and vacuum the rug.
as my windows reflect a different kind of light and the night air turns crisp i know that soon you will be back to play games and make music, to drink tea and hot chocolate by the fire.
i miss your laughter, your conversation and your books and papers scattered on the floor.
yes i am counting down the days.
you will be here soon.