Changing of the seasons

Frost advisory.
The first of the season.
A warm blanket.
Crawling back into bed.
A hot cup of coffee.
Wearing a fuzzy sweater.

Seasons are changing.
As is life. 
Always changing.
Nothing is the same.
I think of the random moments from the past.
And wish I could stay awhile and enjoy them.
But I’m here now. 
Facing the cold.
The breeze lifts my hair across my face.
Blurry vision.
If only I could see what’s ahead.

I close my eyes.