I saw the first leaves fall today. I like the fall and its colors, and berets, scarves and thick-blanket, and her tights wool. It only needs the hands of Mr D, to warm my little fingers trembling. The days are long, long, long. I can not stand wait for vacation, lazy mornings and romantic picnic on the seawall (yes love, we dine on the embankment!) before the most beautiful sunsets of the year the country Breton.
Melancholy of September has given way to orange sweetness of October. The air was like a taste of spices and rain. And I walk in my (very) large shirt, sits me to wait for the bus, watching people pass by. Fatigue can be read on their faces, the bitterness too. I want to give them a bit of my smile and my laughter.
Yes, I know, it becomes somewhat daunting, but ...
Mr. D. I miss so much. More than 4 days.
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