Hello, October!
In the season of autumn we first realize how beautiful it is to let things go and to move on.
I feel pleasantly detached. I could have been well content to take my evening’s pleasure in observation merely. I open my book of astronomy, [and] dream of the stars a little.
We spoke endlessly about everything and nothing. Now, I cannot even remember the sound of your voice.
You are a woman who will drown oceans, climb mountains, and lift spirits.