Is this not the life undertaking of us all...to become human?
08 November 2010
walking into golden
You knew I'd have to do it . . . fall is my favourite season after all. And although fall, like love, has had its fair share of poetic attention, I must post at least once about the colours and the crispness:
The fallen leaves haven't been swept and the branches reach close to the ground. The sun lights the leaves and it's like walking into gold.