09/29/2026
You see the sullen weather, the wind, the darkness; understand my soul in a way the hot sunshine never will.
It’s the breathe of crisp air first thing in the morning
It’s the later sunrise
It’s the death of the flying, crawling creatures
It’s the sweater weather
It’s the cozy feeling of being bundled up
It’s the wind blowing through my hair like the wild woman I am.
It’s the moody colours
It’s the shift
It’s the slow down
It’s the deepest exhale
It’s the permission to rest
Autumn will always be where heart feels most comfortable🍂🖤
