october third.
every year...oh...about august first?
i start to yearn. just a little.
i push it out of my mind.
try to keep focused.
but it keeps tickling the back of my neck,
until i am full on in the throes of longing.
and for three or four (or five?) weeks,
my body is in the now
but my heart is waiting
for what i've randomly but persistently deemed
the perfect day
when it will all come together-
weather and wardrobe and food-
and be fall.
october third.
hello, love.
what should we do today?
more soon.
xo,
tt
