Quietwarrior's picture

Autumn is always so lovely. I can't stop looking at the window.
The sunlight bleaching the leaves a golden skin but you still get that catch of fresh wind to wrap you up inside you're coat. I love it as it's the most sentimental,nostalgic and cinematic time of the year. Except i feel i just look at as an observer. I was watching 'You've got Mail" for casual fun (plus its set in this season!) and Meg Ryan says a line something like how "lots of things in my life remind of a book but should it not be the other way round." That struck me for something that i somewhat go through. I look and love but don't live enough. Maybe i do but i am to selfish to realise it. Having a Poetic life is just the thing crave most for the future now. I know it may not be what may come, but i'll try. Just wish i did not have to do it all in my head.


lonewolf678's picture


in my opinion Autumn is lovely but is only rivaled by Winter's relentless and almost oppressive cold not to mention the lovely snow! Of which (snow) I witnessed for the first time back in February of this year. lol

Quietwarrior's picture


Yes the snow is always magical but when its wet, dark and all the nature is dead its not the most picturesque scene. But i do love dressing when its super cold with all the gloves, hats and big sheering coats

elph's picture

And... recall the joy...

...it's a raging blizzard outside, no central heat, your bedroom is well beyond just cold, blankets upon blankets cover your bed... and your mom has just taken 2 heated flat irons off the kitchen wood-burning stove, wrapped them in the evening newspaper, and placed them under the covers at the foot of your bed.

That's true winter joy!