can it really be almost time for you?
how did this happen?
why is it that every year you sneak up on me?
and i grumble about you and the stress you put me through.
and then poof.
you're over and done with.
just like that.
and every year i tell myself that i will savor you more next year.
that i will soak your colors and magic and good feelings up.
why do i tell myself that every year?
why do i feel that i never experience you as fully as i think i should?
next year i'll surely do it.