It was the end of summer and, as if on cue, I was once again alone at this crossroads of the seasons. The summer sun that used to warm me now gives way to the cold of fall. The trees are beginning to change their outfits, dressing in shades of gold and purple, and the sight, though mesmerizing, leaves me with a feeling of emptiness.

Every day I see how nature prepares for a new stage, and I myself feel that autumn has become for me not only a time of change, but also a period when the lack of male attention and affection is especially acute. As night falls earlier and the day grows shorter, I feel each evening becoming especially long and quiet.

I miss so much simple human warmth. It's as if the word “love” has become tarnished in this fall light. I long for someone capable of understanding and support to be there to wrap me in their arms, to keep me warm and share cozy evenings.

This fall is a time for new hope. Hope that there is someone special ahead of me, someone who can fill my life with joy and warmth again. As I watch autumn unfold its colors, I continue to believe that somewhere out there is someone who can be my cozy cloak on these chilly evenings.