Nostalgia is a powerful thing.

Autumn is my favorite season, it may possibly be my favorite thing to write about too. I hope you enjoy this haiku; Make suggestions if you wish. ~ S.

How do you know when you have fallen in love with someone?

Is it the moment you realize that you can't stop thinking about them?

Or the fact that with each memory,     you can't wipe that big old stupid smile off your face?