If I could be somewhere else tonight...

...I would be where the air was just starting to have that crisp edge of change a'coming in it. Where the scent of Septembers remembered would linger on the edge of my consciousness reminding me of days spent waiting for the school bus to arrive or return. Where the very slant of the sun in the sky made me begin thinking of unpacking sweaters and digging out old-timey recipes filled with flavor and substance.

If I could be somewhere else tonight...

I would turn back the clock and find those moments that evoke such nostalgia in my soul each and every Autumn...

...and I would hold them close and breathe in the essence of their intensity so I could remember them very, very clearly for the next fifty years.