you

Dear Geneva,

I've been thinking about you lately. Was it all just a dream? My perfect summer of beautiful views, creamy cheese, rich chocolate and the best internship a girl could ask for. Oh how I miss you! Every once and a while it just hits me. How could a girl be so lucky? You changed and shaped me in ways I am only now beginning to see.

Hoping I'll be back many more times.

yours,

M

this fall

It's ironic that the season that means the world around is dying, that the cold is coming on, that dark days and grey skies will invite themselves to stay could be so beautiful and could ignite such promise of renewal, change, and hope within me. And while I feel such stirrings in spring, autumn seems to speak to my heart in a way those green little buds sprouting up never can.

Maybe fall is made more sweet because there are dark, cold days ahead.