an excerpt for autumn

Novo Amor is playing. The sky is a dreamy blue, maybe a wistful blue. Can you imagine it?

It’s cold and my breathe is just about a smoke. I used to hate autumn. Actually, I despised autumn.

I felt that it was the season where dreams crumple like the red and yellow leaves. Where depression gets as dark as the days. But in this ‘slither’ of a moment, autumn is quite pretty.

The air is so fresh - my lungs feel fully expanded. It feels almost romantic. Is this a love story with myself? Perhaps it should be