The season I chose was autumn...
The colours, the way the sky is bright and endless.
The grey grass swooshing lightly as the warm winds howl over it.
The way red and orange the leaves line the streets while trees still throw shade down from there brittle branches.
The way the night smells like flowers, mist and rain.
The way the cool air and knowledge that the world will soon look empty brings us together.
The way he smiles at the sun.
The way she whispers at the stars.
Its a time of rest, peace and hiding.
A time of nights filled with crickets and branches creaking.
A time where even the most simple dreams seem a reality.
A time where you can enjoy transformation from alive to dead and know that soon there will be life again.
A time that reminds us better things are coming.
A time when I feel whole.
A time when even surrounded by death, I feel alive...
The colours, the way the sky is bright and endless.
The grey grass swooshing lightly as the warm winds howl over it.
The way red and orange the leaves line the streets while trees still throw shade down from there brittle branches.
The way the night smells like flowers, mist and rain.
The way the cool air and knowledge that the world will soon look empty brings us together.
The way he smiles at the sun.
The way she whispers at the stars.
Its a time of rest, peace and hiding.
A time of nights filled with crickets and branches creaking.
A time where even the most simple dreams seem a reality.
A time where you can enjoy transformation from alive to dead and know that soon there will be life again.
A time that reminds us better things are coming.
A time when I feel whole.
A time when even surrounded by death, I feel alive...
