I can't think of anywhere else I'd rather be. Autumn has never seemed as inviting as it does now, the foliage beckoning to me with outstretched arms. The auburn hues in Gloria's hair juxtapose the verdant flora and I can't help thinking that all nature pales beside her.
It seems only natural to me to pull her in for a chaste embrace––"Wait! Let me take a selfie! I need to capture this moment. This filter is perfect..." She recedes into the trees and I'm estranged yet left with a pang of pity that she could not be fortified by nature's presence.