unspoken words

We can feel it.  We can smell it. 

We desire it. Forcing it in various ways, in hopes that it will come sooner. No sooner it comes, it will pass. 

Wait patiently. It is almost here.


-my favorite time of year

There is nothing like the smell of a campfire on a crisp cool night.
Autumn is a second spring when every leaf is a flower. -Albert Camus
Unforced snuggle time.
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