Fall. My favorite weather. As I feel the crisp air on my face, enjoying the first signs of things to come, it suddenly sends ice through my veins and an avalanche in my gut. I dig my heels into the dirt and leaves fallen and pull back on some invisible reigns. Please, please slow down. I like where we are going but I don't want to get there. I don't want to see the familiar thing that waits for me every year. I've already felt its dark veil over my head, pulled tight, willing me forward. This tug-o-war starts sooner every time. I'm already tired.