(via sailor)
I feel this way every day as fall slowly sweeps into my mornings, afternoons and evenings.
I live for the bursts of colors that tempers the slow languid pace of life - days slipping along like pearls on a string.

(via sailor)

I feel this way every day as fall slowly sweeps into my mornings, afternoons and evenings.

I live for the bursts of colors that tempers the slow languid pace of life - days slipping along like pearls on a string.