AUTUMN LEAVES SPIRALED down from the dark knotted branches. Under the dim twilight, I could not decipher what types they were. Only the shivering wind told me they were there, creaking gently like the whispers of the dead.
Written: 26 May 2016
Inspired: a song
It was suppose to post at 9:30, then 10, and now I’m just posting it manually without scheduling. I need to look at my clock on WordPress. I may be off by an hour…?