Late September lent him, but July took him back.

Perhaps it’s why that time of year is called fall. Lonely lovers look for partners, blinded slightly by the blackening hours, chilled by the frigid mist of morning and the eerie evenings, falling quietly into leaves, into laps, and into love.

Shel Joey Sensing enjoys writing, art, and fashion. She hopes to graduate from Bryn Mawr College in 2016.