Tuesday, March 16, 2004
Summer's over.
And autumn is in its early, warm, golden, hazy, calm days. Cooler air, as if warning of the months to come, steals around the trees and across the grass in the evenings, and the light dies earlier.
The mornings are fresh.
Of course, on the other side of the world, it is spring and everyone there is looking forward to summer.
They call autumn 'fall'. It's much better and more poetic than autumn. 'She comes, in the autumn ....'
Nah.
is it time for a nap yet? i think so
The mornings are fresh.
Of course, on the other side of the world, it is spring and everyone there is looking forward to summer.
They call autumn 'fall'. It's much better and more poetic than autumn. 'She comes, in the autumn ....'
Nah.
is it time for a nap yet? i think so
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