Falling Seasons

Autumn is the only season of the year I feel homesick. It's a perpetual anxiety that lingers throughout the day and night that stems from the feeling of the cool, but not yet cold weather.
Something about open skies, a bright sun and an almost wintery chill that comes through screened windows to exposed skin that reminds me of a past that I cannot fully recall.
At home the trees are about to change colors and the bay is creeping onto the property and for once everything seems quiet - except for the occasional ocean breeze and scratching of fallen leaves scuttling down the dead end road in small packs.
There needs to be a large screened porch surrounding me with a view, with wicker chairs and classical music playing on a small radio with the smell of frying eggs coming in from a kitchen window.
I feel like traveling, but at the same time I feel like settling.
When I wake up in the morning I want to walk to my large sliding glass doors and see rolling hills and mountains or the large expanse of an ocean or sea while sipping hot tea.
During the Fall I wish I was home.