The 60 degree wind that finds your knees under your last summer dress. That's the kind of glorious chill that I get when I see him smile. Like the first leaf that crunches under your feet, and the last time you roll your car windows down for the year. It's hard to fall this hard and remain composed, but Fall has graced my heart again. Now I can dream of the first time that I will lie in bed in complete bliss while leaves and rain fall in celebration. The new uncertainty still wobbles my ankles and mixes up my insides. "What if's" rattle my daydreams from sunshine and smiles to rosy cheeks and wringing hands. One week until daylight falls on our river-drenched smiles.