I was never yours

A journal entry from October 7

It is the beginning of October. There is a little chill in the air. Yet I can still sit on the front porch, bare armed, feeling almost too warm. I left work early today. Wanting to the break the rules a bit I guess.

I love the idea of creating a little solarium this winter. For some reason I have become obsessed with succulents. Maybe moss.

When I look at photographs of myself I do not see me. I wonder if other people do.

I think the best perfume would be bottling a fall evening, the smell of burning branches and a touch of crushed leaves.

If I make my presence known there is not room or time for fear.

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It is supposed to snow this evening. I can't believe I am saying this but I can't wait. Last winter was pretty magical. I took the time to see the beauty of it. And I love the smell that winter brings.

This song has been on repeat while I drive. You should try it.

Oh! And this one too.