Actually, I had this in mind since a couple of weeks but wasn’t able to find time to put it here.
I am such an autumn person. Give me a quite, cozy spot with a view of changing trees on a crisp, late September day, a warm drink, a good book and I will be in all my glory.
Autumn is here. Its that season of the cycle which is solely made for broken souls. The lovers of art. The ones lost in time. The poets, the painters, the writers.