Autumn has different flavours across all the places I have lived.
TROPICAL ISLAND HOME
She was capricious. One minute, Autumn would be punishing the coconut trees; the next would see her teasing them with her grey love-mumblings.
SEXY CANADIAN CITY
She was one hard metropolitan mother. Icicles for earrings; cold, impersonal acknowledgement in Her eyes; and a crisp gusto in her heels as she marched down Robson Street.
SLUMBERING COLD BEACH
She made love to the excitable sands, and every November tourist felt the afterglow of their union in the sting of their ankles. Promiscuous and charismatic, Her perfume cast over this sleepy village.
SHELTERED COLLEGE TOWN
She was accessible and kind for once. Trees danced in Autumn’s exhalations. Stars in their eyes, students sunk their toes in Her carpet of leaves as She gently prodded them outside to pursue their dreams.
As for where I live now, it doesn’t count because I’m still living here. My descriptions are always in retrospect.