The raw beauty of this year's autumnal display squeezes the air out of my lungs to prepare for the inhalation of the vibrancy of the next breath-taking display.
Hypnotized and spellbound by the crimsons, goldens, purples, brazen oranges and firey yellows, I stay still. Struck by the stark newness of the trees' ornamentation, a rumbling of nostalgia washes over me.
Humbled by the ancient, predictable yet always glorious dance.
Hypnotized and spellbound by the crimsons, goldens, purples, brazen oranges and firey yellows, I stay still. Struck by the stark newness of the trees' ornamentation, a rumbling of nostalgia washes over me.
Humbled by the ancient, predictable yet always glorious dance.
(Thank you, Lindsey, for frequently reminding me to take a look up at the sky.)
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Beautiful picture ... honored to have contributed even a little! xox
the first line is exactly how it feels- how do you do that?! :)
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Love the picture. Autumn is my favorite!
You did make me giggle with title typo, though -- Autunmal Gifts. I can so see myself doing the same thing!
This is my favourite time of year. The beauty is so exquisite, it envelopes me in comfort and warmth. Your words are lovely.
xo
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