November

i am made for autumn. summer and i have a fickle relationship, but everything about autumn is perfect to me. wooly jumpers, Wellington boot, scarves, thin first, then thick, socks. the low slanting light, the dark mornings, the chill in my fingers, those last warm sunny days before the rain and the wind. she is my true love

tdorman2018you shouldn’t waste your time on people who do not understand the kind of love you carry within your bones.