Autumn Promises.

Dear Autumn, I promise to breathe you in when you get here, and I won't mind that you arrive late and stay for just a little while, as you tend to do. I promise to walk outside as much as possible and gaze at those orange moons you prepare for me. I promise to take in …


 Everything about Henry David Thoreau has fascinated me since I was 14 years old. Everything.


Further elaboration to come in Monday's post. Nevertheless, wherever you are, whatever you're doing today, choose joy.

A Tease.

The inspiration behind tomorrow's post. He's mine, by the way. In case you were wondering. Miiiine. Ahem. Back to maturity.