Saturday, October 30, 2010
Autumn is melancholy comfort. It is naked hope and bitter disappointment, clutching desperately to the old while praying for something better. The leaves start to change and you breathe This year will be different. They fall and die and you are left the same person you were before, left alone to hide in winter. Crushed possibilities in the crumbling curled shreds that you step on in the shrinking light of shortening days. Autumn is beautiful sadness.
~photos by me