#i'm having to dig through my friends' tags to recover some of my lost art

[kittykittyhunter]

[Circa October 2014] dried leaves crack under our steps. we cross fields, leaving rubber footprints in squelching earth. summer has reached autumnal glory and you are surrounded by a scorching haze auburn, ochre – gold. you become a story told beneath firedust. the skies spill emeralds. knitted scarves and woollen hats. i drink hot chocolate, rejoicing that beside you i have never been cold.