Simple but lovely photo of dead orange leaves on the tree in front of my house, thick but not too heavy fog hung in the early morning air. And the scent of fall and the sights took me back to days in my childhood, mornings before school, the feelings that went through me then aren't too different from the ones that rush through me now.
There would be sadness though.. but like Rain before Sunshine, Sadness will give birth for many important blossoms.. such as Love itself.
(Actualy sentence was long, as ".. but like Scars after Battle, Fallen Leaves after Summer, Rain before Sunshine" but I was shortened it. When after I've seen this phorograph I couldn't decide which one I should write. So here you go, both :] )
(Actualy sentence was long, as ".. but like Scars after Battle, Fallen Leaves after Summer, Rain before Sunshine" but I was shortened it. When after I've seen this phorograph I couldn't decide which one I should write. So here you go, both :] )