.....If I Were A Bird

 I would fly about the earth
seeking the successive autumns.
                    George Elliot

Oh but I am not a winged creature, nor do I wish to be. 
I remain, a girl of summer, and know what comes after fall.
    Today is fantastic in Atlanta. Mornings are too cool, beyond crisp but the afternoon is divine. Maybe it will hit 79 degrees today, sun is shinning and I am holding strong for these last days of September.
   The windows are open, my inhaler is within reach, and my sleeves are long on my shirt. 
    There is change is the air, and so many people feeling glad for this season.
    I shall not let my melancholy reach out and touch all you Fall Freaks!
    Enjoy your hayrides, and apple picking. Pull out the pumpkin decorations, with a witch or two. 
    I will join in on the fun, and count the days until June. Maybe if I am lucky May will be hot as blazes, and pull me out of the winter funk, that has yet to appear.
    I have learned how to adapt, living up North! North Georgia has seasons, I need to fly south for the winter. Maybe I am more like the birds then I realized.
   Miami, Key West, I need a winter nest.
   I am a bird!!!!