mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm... tacos...
bad talkin' yer perfessers... tsk tsk...
Wrapped in a blanket of cool breeze on the edge of winter
Dry leaves rustling, the sound of summer’s end
the light of a million stars
drifting across barren treetops
Drinking the chill draft
Savoring the cold fingers that pass thru nostrils
Extinguishing the day’s woes