𝗔𝘂𝘁𝘂𝗺𝗻'𝘀 𝗙𝗶𝗿𝘀𝘁 𝗟𝗼𝘃𝗲
I'm in the middle, living and loving through autumn has never been this sweet. Winter may come next, but it has always been the most wonderful time of the year for me, yes you autumn.
Life as we all know moves on and the age where we fall in love can never ever really be over. You may represent one particular mellow and mine's before the cold, who would never deny anyone could love me as well.
The equinox had me in-lined with the creative bursting rays of sunlight shining through every plum red leaf that represents all shade of burgundy reds.
The love I have for this season is unparalleled, who wouldn't? The more we get the sun kissed through the grains the more proficient our meaning through this time can be.
The leaves are just about to freeze and here I am hugged by all the warmth the equinox could give, sending the earliest possible chills down my spine as if yes, all I could live for is through the autumn.
I love you autumn and all that you could be, no season can top the way you give me the purpose to feel cherished and to cherish. The wondrous taste you essentially leave is what and will always be the center of ideal living season for me.
