It’s still warm in the bayou when the leaves begin to turn. It’s like walking between worlds before the cold winter arrives. No specific memory. My favorite season changes. It could be different here.

{ he’s figuring out leaning into a vibe, as they say. his vintage shows though, but between them, he can allow it to default. }

I’d love to see your magic one day. I’m starting to realize it can be used to prosper rather than destroy. It’s astonishing to give life in any capacity. Maybe you’ll be able to grow a tree one day? Might be nice to decorate one come Christmas.

{ the concept of holidays might be different, but he’d always liked decorating a tree come winter during the one he personally celebrated. }