Dear Autumn,

  I know we've been together for some years, but I've realized lately that it can no longer be.  We've had our good times, you and I, Autumn, like Thanksgivings, but I'm afraid the bad has outweighed the good.

  I can no longer turn a blind eye to my sleepless nights caused by your mood swings.  You're too hot on the inside and too cold on the outside, and you only confuse the air conditioner.

  For a while now, whenever I've spoken to people of you, I've been thinking of Winter.  Yes, it is Winter who is the pause before rebirth.  The quiet, the most full of promise and potential.

  I'm sorry, Autumn, but I no longer hold you in my heart the way I once did, but I hope that we can still be friends.

  Sincerely,

        Humanimal