Autumn. Not-quite-green-anymore leaves wrapped like a scarf around red cheeks and chapped lips. Rough kisses with broken skin that scratch like thorns or dry grass. Fireplaces. Quick, cool winds that flip short skirts and rub like cats up against smooth legs. Bright. Clear crisp water under the tall shadows of balding trees. Sharp eyes and tossed hair and laughing teeth that flash. Hot tea and silver coils of steam like beating butterfly wings. Freckles. Red noses bright from kisses and stiff fingers searching for one another in the early morning gloom.