I am always missing someone. Lots of people right now, it seems. Some who’ve gone, some who are still here, some who are just too far away. Something about the way things look in fall makes me so nostalgic.
I understand. It seems that as the holiday season approaches, we tend to reminisce that much more. The crispness and clarity of the autumn air seems to pique our romanticism, as well. (my personal theory)
