engrey.

I've been listening to the sound of the leaves between the sound of the wind this morning. There's a scent of fall in the air, it makes me excited. I miss layering on clothes, and wrapping myself in blankets. I'm ready to hibernate for the bad weather and just lay still. I want rainy days like today and breezy afternoons. Tea on my porch with music surrounding my thoughts. I want no interactions but the heartbeat of my asia and my own. Just listening to the thunder Gods and maybe my heavnily father. How can a heart be cold stonded but still pump this much blood for you?