There is something sad about fall. Something sweetly nostalgic, a loss keenly felt and still vague in memory. The life and warmth of the summer months is slowly fading into the chill of winter, so slowly that the movement is only barely perceptible.
But it’s still there, and we still feel it. Write a scene, today, about October. If you feel the same sense of nostalgia as I do, what are you nostalgic for? Is there an October of years past that you remember sharply, and still yearn for? Or is the feeling from nothing more than a sense of how autumn should feel?