For my Autumn

Autumn Crafton was a real hard headed bitch. But she also really loved flowers. She would tell me about how she would name her children after them, and how beautiful her daughters would be, more often than not Autumn was happy. She had a kind of laugh somewhere between hilarity and hysteria, she'd cry when she heard a good joke. Autumn would be there when you needed her, but she never chose sides. She would walk in your door and open your pantry, she would make herself your Mac and Cheese. You couldn't ever really tell Autumn "no", she either never understood it or just never listened to it. Autumn Crafton would sew flower prints onto her clothes and she would never be the kind of person who ran from the rain. Autumn was good, the kind of person who brings you pasta when something bad happens. Summer and winter can be sort of hit or miss, but something that is always true is the autumn is always warm.   

I love you Autumn

-J