The air is crisp and brittle, the sun slow to rise.
Even in Los Angeles, autumn has arrived.
I've often felt that this is the most melancholy time of year. Nature heaves its last as we wait for inevitable death in winter. Romance of the summer has fled for warmer climes.
Even in Los Angeles, autumn has arrived.
I've often felt that this is the most melancholy time of year. Nature heaves its last as we wait for inevitable death in winter. Romance of the summer has fled for warmer climes.
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artfag:
Elegant words. Something I would have said myself. Winter has a way of making us look inward... and that my friend, is always a good thing.
artfag:
Listening to Ella Fitzgerald right now... great music for this weather. I highly recomend listening to old jazz singers with rain. Makes for a great inspirational day I'll tell ya'.