Dear October,
You seem to be a bit distracted.
Although we keenly awaited your crisp and chilly arrival, you insisted on mimicking your sisters July and August in their sticky, sweaty temperatures.
Instead of painting shocks of color in the trees, you have kept them green and lush.
While children have eagerly prepared their rakes for some extra fall money, you have allowed no falling leaves.
Despite the annual budding of anticipation of the holiday season during your reign, thoughts of sugar cookies and snow are as farfetched as they would be in April.
The one thing that you have delivered on is shorter days where we wake up in darkness and want to stay in bed forever.
An endless summer is a romantic notion, but the changing of the seasons is what keeps the world fresh. So please, October, remember who you are. Stay true to yourself, and promise us the turn of the season that you have so dependably brought us in years past.