as i walked out the door
this morning, i felt it.
i felt the crisp in the air.
the promise of cooler days.
remembrance of things long ago forgotten.
Autumn is near.
hand me my jacket.
my season is about to begin.
{d.f. - 08/28/17}
Aug 30, 2017
Aug 30, 2017 at 7:12 PM UTC
as i walked out the door
this morning, i felt it.
i felt the crisp in the air.
the promise of cooler days.
remembrance of things long ago forgotten.
Autumn is near.
hand me my jacket.
my season is about to begin.
{d.f. - 08/28/17}
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