From Fall with Love

You can see me in the morning fog, in the gust of wind and hear me in the sound of dancing leaves in the crispy air. You will find me between the pages of your favorite books where you made home for me last year. And when you fall in the nostalgic readings while wearing your favorite layers and cup of tea. We will meet again, in the letters you will find yourself writing in the rainy evenings. 
From Fall with Love