Damp feet and the smell of smoke....
Brrrrrr..
It's the cold that gets us. It's the rain that leaves us wanting more.
The clouds they taunt us. The ground plays tricks with the slippery leaves that continune to fall.
It's raining now, like it was before and will tomorrow. Sometimes you have to wonder, "if everything has an opposite, who has our opposite?"
Bring on the seasons!
It's the cold that gets us. It's the rain that leaves us wanting more.
The clouds they taunt us. The ground plays tricks with the slippery leaves that continune to fall.
It's raining now, like it was before and will tomorrow. Sometimes you have to wonder, "if everything has an opposite, who has our opposite?"
Bring on the seasons!