“Fallen leaves lying on the grass in the November sun bring more happiness than the daffodils.” — Cyril Connolly
Wearing: Witch capes with cinnamon broom sticks and corsets. Sailor hats and leg warmers. My raincoat and rainboots. Office attire. Olaplex leave-in conditioner, shae butter lotion, pinapple scented hair gloss and coconut body wash.
Doing: Recovering from Halloweekend. Letting go of a routine, letting myself sleep, laying and touching someone else’s face in the mornings. Sharing a bathroom, kissing, loving. Eating more fast food, planning trips, trusting the process.
Going camping, letting my dog run wild, drinking ciders and tallboys, making hyper specific playlists on spotify, buying second hand quilts and jackets, trying to find a place to call home. Drinking coffee again and driving in the rain.
Everything I Know About Love by Dolly Alderton, Dracula by Bram Stoker, Trust by Hernan Diaz and, slowly but surely, my TBR.
Feeling: Grateful, and in love. I won’t appreciate these days until they pass, and I look back at pictures and reminisce every part of every day. Until it gets cold again and I’m alone — that’s when I’ll feel it. Reminding myself that the key to life is my morning and how I choose to spend it with nature, with light, with a conversation.
I feel the weight of everything coming to an end — college, relationships, the year, daylight savings. I know the holidays will look different now that I don’t live at home. My life won’t be dictated by fall and winter breaks but by the time I can steal away from work. I am excited and scared to dictate my own future. I’m mournful for what is lost but grateful for what lies ahead.