Longing for a dark #autumn weald, the immortal sunset postured for harvest. Awaiting the mood that is semblant with a crisp wind, that alms our flushed cheeks and the binding need for balmy brews to be grasped upon webbed threaded mittens. Sighing for the #Fall fires, in gatherings or lone encirclements, amongst the spreaded umber and chestnut colored flicker. On and on...I am visualizing my gulping of a brisk night whilst scenting the scorches of a caliginous ochre forest.. 🍂🗾🌙














