Autumn brings with it a light that is at once fragile and sharp.
It brings the chill that never leaves the shadows even on warm day.
It brings the quiet of a weekday trip to the museum.
It brings tea and baking.
It brings a world to explore
because everything is so open and there to be seen and felt.
It brings days stayed at home with movies and laundry.
It brings smiles and tears.
It brings ideas.

hanging out


the words are back