Dear Autumn,
I'm writing to you in the late afternoon/evening, which is unusual, because typically my letters are crafted long after the sun has fallen, the time of night when my eyes are droopy with sleep and writing to you is the last thing I do before I shut off until the next day. But I have more time today, Autumn. Maybe I can give you a letter worth something.
I think I should be open with you, Autumn, but I don't know how to be. Everything inside me has been locked up for so long, I don't even know how to begin to open up. When I have, I've noticed that my writing is better, at least to me. Saying honest things I've never said out loud before is usually where my best work comes from. I should do it more often.
You seem very open, Autumn. You seem to let everything go, let everything pour. Maybe I could learn from you.
YOU ARE READING
Letters To Autumn (2016)
RandomA series of letters to the lovely season Autumn, inspired by Carrie Hope Fletcher's "Letters To Autumn".
