A place in displacement

So I guess it is true when you stop trying, things do happen on their own.

I am glad that summer is winding down, I want beautiful fall weather.
I want to curl up on my back porch and hug my cardigan covered arms while sipping on a steaming cup of tea.
I want to wear my brown boots and hear the leaves crunching underneath my feet.
I want the wind chill, the smell of the crisp air in the morning and for all humidity to cease to exist.
I want my thoughts to stop wandering, I want to be buried in books and drinking endless cups of coffee from the cafeteria in the tower.
I want my headphones blasting, I want to be sitting in the oddly comfortable chairs in the library and thinking of something clever to say when he walks by.