Every early autumn, I gleefully await its return. Whisked away in spring to wander the endless skies, its traveling tales are something to behold. With chaos instilled as of late, I do hope its voyages were pleasant and refreshing. Cool days and chilly nights by the fire need a little brightening before the season of angry merriment. A bowl of popcorn at the ready, the clock strikes two… and two. Flinging open my door, my smile fades as my long-lost friend lumbers in. “Rough seas?” I ask.

Weary eyes stare blankly. “It was worse than last year.”

“Next year’ll rock!”