I'm one of those people who loves autumn. I love how the air grows crisp, I love how obsessed I become with baking because it's finally cool enough to use the oven without sweating every time I open it, and I love how it signals that the holidays are approaching, which means celebrations and time with loved ones.
This was part of the reason I decided to set my short story "The Road Home" during autumn. The story follows Rasmus, one of the secondary characters from my novel Shards of History, as he returns home for the first time after being exiled years before. He's bringing gifts for the harvest festival, which is a huge celebration put on and enjoyed by his entire village.
And so, not only is the village very much on Rasmus's mind, but he is on the minds of the villagers as well. There are those who are happy to see him and would gladly welcome him home. Then there are those for whom he can't leave fast enough. In Rasmus's world, the harvest celebration is a time of new beginnings, forgiveness, and leaving problems behind. It's not a coincidence that he chooses that time to go home and test the waters to see if he'd be welcomed back.