Posts Tagged: winter
b ~ And seeing that it was a soft October night
May feels like a beginning. The birds, the budding, the bicycles to and fro-ing. It seems like summer is luxuriously stretched out before us—ripe for the taking. Internally it feels more like September is the true beginning; with the pencils
b ~ And seeing that it was a soft October night
May feels like a beginning. The birds, the budding, the bicycles to and fro-ing. It seems like summer is luxuriously stretched out before us—ripe for the taking. Internally it feels more like September is the true beginning; with the pencils
Let us go then, you and I 