fall, duh
what about pumpkins and the way the air feels cooler. for real, its not just the breeze. the way its still hot out in the sun.or what about when you were a kid chasing squirrels through the acorns down the sidewalk. what? you always say that. its annoying. don't. what? mr flowers. you know, the one who would hand us pieces of rootbeer candy all the time?
fall, you are a beautiful time. so crisp and clean. organized chaos. or is that chaos organized? i love to bake apple pies in october. carving pumpkins is something that is deep inside me. every year i do. without fail. in your season's death there is birth; a sprouting of cool calculated method that will bring cold and weather and darkness. that little dot of light at the end of the tunnel that lets you know it won't always be this way. i love you fall.
fall, you are a beautiful time. so crisp and clean. organized chaos. or is that chaos organized? i love to bake apple pies in october. carving pumpkins is something that is deep inside me. every year i do. without fail. in your season's death there is birth; a sprouting of cool calculated method that will bring cold and weather and darkness. that little dot of light at the end of the tunnel that lets you know it won't always be this way. i love you fall.