doomsday_disco Report post Posted Tuesday at 04:06 PM The shed of autumn is a fiery blaze of reds, oranges, and yellows, their embers raining down and collecting at my feet. Each leaf that falls thins the veil between the worlds, between the crisp exhilaration of the fall and the barren stillness of winter. November wind is the prelude to the ghosts of the year, when the stories are still being whispered through the woods before the silence of snow. An explosion of autumn: Leaves, Vanilla, and Leather. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
