Now that I’ve passed through the sticky summer days of tight little bikinis, my hair tied in a lose pony-
tail and my shorts sometimes riding up a little too high on my forever long legs, I feel the tickle of a
cooler breeze, the hint of that high wood fall smell and feel just a touch naughty. I get this way every
season’s change, finding I am thinking about some things a good girl is not supposed to think about, but
come they do to my mind and my body responds with a quick blush, the quick rise of my nipples and a
quivering just below my belly.

I am thinking of times for jackets and sweatshirts, cuddling in a high October breeze as much as maybe
warming-up with a brandy or glass of wine sitting across from my man and wondering when what we
know is going to happen is going to happen. I think of deep fireplaces in cabin hearths, of long rides into
secluded areas as well as unpacking my big comforter and getting under it with the man of my dreams
to see if we might really make some heat.

I’m hoping someone will visit the oncoming fall with Winter.