a season of grief, but also unexpected tenderness. It's finding comfort in the quietness of turned off lights and wooly feet that I look forward to in this season. The reprieve that is staying in, coupled with the habitualistic last hoorah of sunny days, growing more ephemeral and scarce.
The most beautifully perfect description of Autumn 🍁 I've ever read... Plus, what a beautiful picture of you doing gate pse, back kit by the window... Stunning. Not that it's about how it looks .. but this also captures the feeling too. ..
Thank you! I really let flow writing this (and I like how the picture turned out too!) <3 It's not an easy season, but perhaps none ever is. I'm so happy to see you.