Autumn: days get shorter. Rain. Melancholic music.
Thick woolen socks. Staying in bed. Reading by candlelight.
Tea. Velvet dresses. Visiting museums.
Halloween. My birthday. New beginnings.
Dry leaves, rotten leaves. Dead leaves. Beautiful foliage.
Long forest walks. Bulding blanket forts. Holding cold hands.
Kissing shivery lips.
She's a very old lady, but not bitter at all. She's kind and she's generous.
And if I were a bird I would fly about the earth seeking the successive autumns.
OUTFIT ►thrifted from head to shoes. These are from Diechmann