“Harvest moon is next month huh?” She was scrolling aimlessly on her phone til the idea came up to look into the next full moon, not that she was unaware of its date, just bored enough to search it up.
The autumn was always a pretty decent time of year, the trees that do change where pretty, and it meant cold weather and thicker coats as the days dipped into winter fast, new flavors and fun holidays. The aesthetic of it all was so appealing, but it made harsher weather, dangerous conditions, and longer nights. She missed the simplicity of enjoying the darkness around 3pm and making a large fire for the night, even pulling out an air mattress and sleeping in the living room under thick blankets. Not worrying about a car stall leaving her truck abandoned in the woods for a winter night, or how much she’d miss with the threat of changing, winter and the growing nights made it hard for her to make plans. On worst winters she’d change for days on end and miss chunks, it always seemed the winters got worst with all this climate change too.
All the thinking drew on older memories of high school and that just started bumming her out.