Autumn leaves start to fall.

It's fall.
Everything is regal gold and fiery red.
Yellow veils descend upon wanton families.
Picture.
Perfect.

The living room cushions aired and breathing with late night conversations.
Taylors ringing and voices singing.
Coffeeshops coming into being.

I need more sleep.

But the point of this all, is to convey the fact that although Hannah left and never came home, the walk from my busstop back to 4822 was all. worth. it.

My life is brilliant.
My love, pure.