Is it the fall

They come haunting like fog and the subtle scent of dried foliage damp in the dirt. Places, experiences, dreams and souls return. The world begins to reflect and dig in deep shedding the summer’s effect: growing pale and self-possessed. The urge to become quiet and internal makes everything self-absorbed with other essences.

Wistful memories cocoon, desire slows to embers, restlessness slumbers: waiting for the next season of birth.