Here is something that fall always reminds me: I freaking love orange. [Why isn't there more orange in my world? I need to get on that.]
I also realize I love the light in my apartment: golden pools on summer evenings, and cold, gray-blue wisps on autumn mornings. [Combine bold colors and anemic light and my heart goes puddle-y. That's just how it is around here.] I may, upon occasion, talk a bold streak about leaving this place, but I couldn't. I am far too zealous a wannabe photographer to squander such providential fortune.
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