Autumn is coming. The most sacred and empowering time of the year. Each and every one of the senses will be heightened with the change. With autumn brings warmth and life into a dark and damaged soul. The endless unforgiving heat of summer will soon come to an end, and we shall resume becoming something vaguely human once again. With it comes the sound of wet leaves, breaking beneath the feet. The feeling of cold air pressed against the skin. The smell of spiced chai and pumpkin, at their best.
November. The only month that feels like home. Through a foggy glass window every tree can be seen performing their last show. The evergreens darken. The rivers slow. Whatever life is left in the grass slowly fades away. An northern wind brings with it the unmistakable smell of winter.