smell it. fall. a spice in the breeze, wind wrapping a chill only a chunky knit can cure. despite the sun still delivering us glimpses, blessed slivers left to saturate our fill, it seems the seasons have begun to turn. and in more ways than one. back to school patterns, forever ingrained: fashions, intentions, attitude seem to each get a lift come fall. it’s the new new year. it’s been a while.
we’ve moved east and now we peer out across an expanse of treetops, specked in roofs, in light. peaks of life. we see clouds roll their passage by, forming curiosities and sending lessons of perspective. often birds dance in troupes, using senses to fly. and, for days now, tens of bright butterflies parading across our landscape as they make their way warm, showing off for us shamelessly in their new fall wares. we’ll enjoy watching the world turn from this place.
such (uh…) dramatic souls as our own often need a reminder of just how small our reality, how inconsequential our place in the picture grandiose. while our worries might be real, most of them are manufactured, and we are truly one of the lucky ones. we tend to need the reminder. it helps that our home now lets us.
since you evidently don’t enjoy us making promises we don’t keep (what we wore is coming, jesus) all we can say is this. we feel fresh, we feel good and the blogette is fucking on. hold us to it. and may you be so-renewed: in momentum, in style, in energy. welcome back.
(image stolen from weheartit)