When she comes she fills the world with terrific golden colors to contrast the grey sky, brings cool and tender air, shakes the leaves down from the trees to cover the earth with magenta colored carpet. Her name is Fall and she is already in this world...
And I'm sitting in the office writting splogs to make "someone buy something because it's just what the aforementioned need". It sucks...
I wan't to wander the streets...need to get inspired...