The beginning of Fall always feels the most romantic – the quiet chilly gently pushing you into the cozy rooms, to closed spaces. It’s as though Summer inspires outward, independent adventure while the chilly air reigns us back home.

I find with this weather I’m much more prone to lazy weekends and relaxing weekdays – staying in to cook, read, play my ukulele and of course, write.

Isn’t it funny how changing leaves make you think of love lost? Of tattered memories? Of moments you wish you could relive? It’s probably very obvious that fall inspires me to wax more poetic than usual, but I think that’s why I love this season. I’m a glutton for heart-ache.

And really, aren’t we all?



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