It’s July, the forecast is 94° every single day, the air feels like soup, and yet—my heart is in the “-ber” months.
and I've been saving my fall poetry!
I understand this, I lived most of my life in a city that never changed despite the seasons and now I live in a city where all the seasons are drastic! Haha I enjoy it so much, but my longing for fall changed for spring now.
and I've been saving my fall poetry!
I understand this, I lived most of my life in a city that never changed despite the seasons and now I live in a city where all the seasons are drastic! Haha I enjoy it so much, but my longing for fall changed for spring now.