Dear Mother Nature,
How are you? I hope all is well. I write to tell you that last winter was excellent. I greatly enjoyed the bountiful snowfall and truly hope for more this coming winter. Spring, my favorite season, was great, too; all three days of it. Summer in D.C. has been another story. We are grateful for our good days but mostly summer has been a series of ups and downs. An early season drought, eventually corrected by torrential down pouring storms, followed by yet another drought, then topped off with a drenching tropical storm, all the while intermingled with record days exceeding 90 and 100F in temperature.
Today is October 11th and I imagine myself running your wooded trails, in crisp, cool air, scanning the earth for leaf camouflaged roots and rocks, as I tip toe over acorns under kaleidoscopic foliage and brilliant, azure skies. However, today the temperature climbed high into the 80s, conjoined with humidity. Nary a colored leaf hangs from branches and I am curious, have you forgotten the time? Are you still going forward with this whole fall thing? If not, I beg you reconsider.
Waiting for fall,