It used to be that Summer was my favorite season; in many ways it still is and always will be. But Autumn has begin stirring a deep sense in me that cannot be described in words. Part longing, part regret,…
It used to be that Summer was my favorite season; in many ways it still is and always will be. But Autumn has begin stirring a deep sense in me that cannot be described in words. Part longing, part regret,…