Fall makes me feel strong.
It makes me feel at home.
The chill in the air glides over my skin like electricity. It carries the smell of burning oak, home hearth's beconning the weary home.
Fall is the time for dreamers. The time when all of nature slips slowly into sleep, into dreaming and remembrance.
It makes me feel at home.
The chill in the air glides over my skin like electricity. It carries the smell of burning oak, home hearth's beconning the weary home.
Fall is the time for dreamers. The time when all of nature slips slowly into sleep, into dreaming and remembrance.