Autumn

memories of summer lie
scattered
drifting and curling on a breeze
more brilliant, though fragile and threadbare
I love fall. I love the cool air and the colours of the leaves. I love that Orion comes up high enough for me to see him.

I have trouble driving in fall. I don't like driving. I simply do not trust anyone else on the road. I've seen too many stupid things happen, so driving is frightening. I do some stupid things myself.

The leaves are so pretty.
Where is Orion?
That cloud looks like a fluffy, old-fashioned telephone, with someone talking on it.
The moon is huge! Wait, where did it go? Is that it behind those trees?
Look at that sunset!
I shouldn't be trusted on the road. I need someone who enjoys driving. Not just driving. They have to enjoy driving and having someone ramble on about everything that passes by.