I know you think I favor the other seasons over you and you have good reason to believe that. When I was a way little kid, I liked the fall because it meant Halloween and that was one of those wild and mysterious kinds of days. But I outgrew Halloween and, in fact, grew tired of Halloween by the time I was 13. Didn't like the costumes, didn't go for the candy, and didn't like the spookiness. There was no reason to like you. Sorry, but it is the truth.
Sadly, you scare away the summer light and the the days grow as tired as I am and they shut down earlier and earlier.
I do hope you will forgive me for not seeing you earlier but that's what time can do to a person. As I let other things resolve, as I stop caring so much about the things that don't really matter, I can open my eyes to the light and the beauty around me. Not just in the trees and the sky that you wear but, if I am really alive and unencumbered, I can see your beauty in the faces of the kids at Halloween or the couples walking in the park. I can see your beauty in friends and feel your beauty in the warmth that comes with your late year sunshine.
When you leave town, I will sigh at your departure. But, when you come back next year, perhaps I will have learned to embrace the darkness that is your traveling companion. Surprises do happen, you know.