this is the end
I used to think that I was a summer person, but then I found out I was wrong. In autumn and winter, the days are darker and the weather is colder - but the feeling is somehow truer. There's a passion and comfort to the falling leaves and changing colours, a warmth of humanity that comes to the surface in order to fight off the cold in our bones. It's a time to be creative, to turn the lengthening night into a wide-awake adventure for the imagination. There's a loneliness to winter and an honesty to autumn that can't be replicated or replaced by the endless summer sun. The turn of the year comes in cries and furies, through the waves and into our faces. It's a powerful, enrapturing shift of one season into another. Death is coming, and life is chasing after.