moving into fall

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the light is lower, casting a softer hue on moments that end too soon. fleeting are the days that tumble into nights that end in darkness and a pile of wet towels in the hallway.

i welcome fall, arms outstretched, arms reaching for a sweater to pull over my fading tan. i'll tuck everyone in earlier, as your days get shorter, night comes sooner and popsicle days wait again on the steps of summer.....

hello monday, make it a great week. xx

livingKarina Bania4 Comments