a walk.

I love this time of year.Moody. Dark. I yearn for fall mornings in the heat of summertime - it's true.

The cold brisk air hitting my cheeks in the mornings. Envisioning a costume for Halloween that I of course, will make from scratch.

The colors outside turn bright yellow, orange, and red. These colors seem to reflect off my hair, my skin, my face, and I feel more beautiful because the world is more beautiful.

A lonesome and brisk Saturday calls for quiet walks through old neighborhoods, city streets, and cemetery's. With a camera in hand, Wrapped in my favorite shawl - I walk.

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I am filled with this constant urge to walk. I don't know where I'm going, or what I'm doing. The movement of my two feet on the ground absolutely soothes me like a baby being rocked to sleep.

I walk through shadows, and I walk through light. Each give a different perspective.

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Fall flowering roses are the prettiest kind. The leaves change colors. The dead ones fall from the trees. Nature is preparing for Winter.

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The sun sets a little different each hour, of each day. I see buildings take on different forms in this light. It's such a magical time of exploring.

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The doors creek, the trees sway. I continue my walk and eventually find myself back home. Back in my warm oasis. Safe.

The best time of year.

XOXO