Celebrating the briskness that accompanies the arrival of fall…
Out of the tangled sheets and into knitted socks which unravel above my knee. It’s 6am.
Rustling tree branches kiss the open window, and crisp announcing the arrival of autumn.
Out to greet the morning. This time is my own. Dew sleeps lazily on grass, and the sun is readying itself to set the world on fire.
Not tied to a thing. In an open field, run wild, chasing honey light, freckles awakening.
Sometimes I miss the mornings. They slip quickly between my fingertips.
But not this one. I’m holding on to this one. Autumn is here. Let it be full of mornings like these.
A big thanks to Alyssa Florentine for snapping these moments of me in my element.