fix up.

little darlin.

Welcome back sweet friend,October.

The rhythm of the leaves is different by the new presence of a gift I call independence.
All the colors have not arrived yet, but the steady surprise of fall soothes my soul.
The brisk air speaks through its roar.
Feeling for a new direction is what I decided to do.
Without color, I hear too much noise.
October welcomed me with a familiar hug this year, but it was tighter than ever.
I like to listen to the love.
The trees are just it's easel.
They still fall with the same beauty.
Thanks for filling me with sweetness, October.

weird warmness.