Forever Fall

This short came from the Pick Three prompt at Cafe Writing. I actually ended up using four, so I cheated. It's nothing much, just a short piece of prose that I scribbled out.

spring, change, virgin, dalliance, fertile, nature, oil, crank

She didn’t like spring with all its flash and splendor. She didn’t mind the change, loved when summer changed into fall, and the leaves fell to the ground in brilliant colors. But, fall was laced with a bit of melancholy as everything wistfully gave its life in preparation for the coming winter. Spring was too hopeful, too fertile for her; nature too obnoxious, loudly proclaiming her beauty like that. Egotistical, that’s what nature was in spring. Fall was much more humble, its colors muted, its beauty subdued, subtle. She dreaded the coming of spring every year with its brilliant, sunlit days that stretched on and on forever. She much preferred the darkness, enjoying it when the night extinguished the sun by 5 in the afternoon. Fall. Now that was something you could wrap yourself in, settle in at night with in front of a cozy fire, the scent of the smoke carried through the crisp air. Spring, she could take it or leave it, but fall, now that was a season worth celebrating.