• Autumn

    by  • September 14, 2010 • Love - Pure and Simple, Thoughts, Waxing Poetic • 0 Comments

    The air is crisp now. So thin you can smell the leaves turn. Time for warm things. Soft things. Things that make your insides smile.

    A cup of soup in a flannel blanket, a baked potato or two to share.
    The scent of spices thick in the kitchen; paprika, chili, curry.
    Anything to keep us cozy, to heat our hearts.
    A sweater to walk down the street in.
    Having to finally retire your flip-flops.
    The awful sweeps-week television programming.

    These are all the things I fucking loved, but then I experienced them with you.

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