Whilst I love autumn dearly, I always find it so hauntingly sad. Each year it brings something to an end, a season, a love. More moments gone that turn to memories never to be held again.
This year the heartache is there again, yet the colours are richer than I remember them being in the past nine years on the outskirts of Paris. Strong, vibrant against blue skies, dancing in the breeze before they float to the ground.
Haunting, beautiful, magical.
Haunting, beautiful, magical...yes! I remember those autumns in New York, before moving to Miami. I miss them so much this time of year. Cheers, amiga! Enjoy your season!
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