My not so secret crush

Consciousness was not full born by the time I climbed into my car, forever thankful that my windows were in fact up. The rain was sporadic, the roads slick and covered with water in some parts. By the time I had left the exit for Rt. 128 behind me, the rain ceased altogether. By the time I had rounded the rotary on root 2, I beheld the full glory of the morning. The trees full of gold and fire and amber, the sky striped with gunmetal and sapphire, the grass verdant and rich. The clarity of the air was exquisite, every color stood out in sharp relief, clamoring for your attention. It was a singularly beautiful moment, and I fell in love with it at once. Even after the drive was over, and I stood with tea in hand in our cafeteria, I watched the clouds billowing across the sky, moving so fast, the same autumnal glow in the trees around our pond, and I wanted nothing more than to call in "sick of being indoors" and walk in the bower of my new love.