a roll of film a month: october
I miss you, Madame Autumn.
I miss your signature scent of woodsmoke and cinnamon, crisp apples, cold mornings, subtle decay, dank soil.
I miss the way you spin light into gold.
I miss your blushing ivy and saffron trees, slowly dropping leaves with each November rain.
I miss how you spill light into this house, making shadows of everything that we spent years building.