Writer's Block: Cornucopia of colours
Oct. 17th, 2011 12:15 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
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The crisp mornings.
The gorgeous colours.
The carpet of crunchy leaves beneath my feet.
Being able to see my breath for the first time in what feels like ages.
Sweaters.
Scarves.
Curling up under a blanket while sitting outside and just breathing in the cold.
Icy midnights with crystal stars.
The smell of fireplaces blazing in neighbours' houses.
I love fall. I fall for fall. Every single year.
The crisp mornings.
The gorgeous colours.
The carpet of crunchy leaves beneath my feet.
Being able to see my breath for the first time in what feels like ages.
Sweaters.
Scarves.
Curling up under a blanket while sitting outside and just breathing in the cold.
Icy midnights with crystal stars.
The smell of fireplaces blazing in neighbours' houses.
I love fall. I fall for fall. Every single year.
