oro de octubre.

when it comes to some specific things that press at my mind, it seems like I cannot bring such feeble talent under command to portray the simplest of the vivid descriptions that I hold most dear. like how I like to watch the world toss and turn outside my window whilst I nestled cozily under my quilts, enveloped within the safety my side of the glass provides. like how much I relish the first breath after the storm, the petrichor {the smell of the rain on dry leaf-scattered earth} that has diffused through the autumny crispness. how much my spirit flutters when I watch the meandering wind tug at the tips of the only richly-hued tree which turns into an autumny piece of abstract art. how I sigh with pure bliss as I gulp the thoroughly chilled air and listen to the *thudding* of my brown uggs, muffled by the *crunch* of the leaves. how it's like everything changes and "starts all over again when it gets crisp in the fall"* and it seems like anything - even my faraway dreams - are possible to come true.
   

xoxo,
the girl in an autumny garden. 

  *quote from The Great Gasby.

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{^^inspired by my dear friend Katie's amazing blog 

that is basically soul food and that you really need to check out like right NOW!}