Take me back to November

Dreaming of November.
Early morning yawns just missing the sunrise.
The sound and smell of coffee drip, drip, dripping.
Wrapped in a blanket in a rocking chair.
Holding hands across the porch in perfect silence.
Crisp morning breeze swaying the grass and trees.
Watching the ducks waddle by the trickling creek.
A blank agenda waiting to be filled with adventure.
Walking through the nature trail hoping to see a deer or small furry rabbit.
The painted cow and rooster sculptures from the art school welcome attention.
Marveling at the beautiful scenery of creation.
The architecture in perfect design as if in a magazine.
Walking through the small town of infinite activities and places.
Holding the hand of my love, so proud to be walking by his side.
Soaking in the sights, smells, and sounds.

Take me back to November.