The skies are grey, but the air still reverberates with residual warmth from brighter hours. Gusts of wind send dried leaves dancing across deserted streets, marionette-like windchimes of the darker season. And as i stand there, letting the wind whip through my hair, i can taste the storm approaching...
today, autumn is perpetual. today, i am unburdened. today, anything can happen.
i hope all of you guys spent yesterday outside because the weather was absolutely beautiful.
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