Less than half an hour to midnight. I'm listening to the wind rushing and whooshing against the trees and house outside. Something exciting about a powerful wind raging on a dark, chilly night. Was inspired by this quote by e.e. cummings as autumn is on the verge of leaving us, and thankfully so. Cannot bask in spring until winter has come and gone.
A wind has blown the rain away and blown the sky away and all the leaves away, and the trees stand. I think, I too, have known autumn too long. e.e. cummings