/// Soaring

"We are like butterflies who flutter for a day and think it is forever."

-Carl Sagan 

Not surprisingly, this weather does wonders to my soul. It chills me to the bone. Not to mention the harvest moon just took my breath away. Then to top it all off our gang drove along deserted roads late at night with just the moonlight and ghosts of gypsies. The only thing that seems right for my mood is to read creepy classics, or curl up by the fire and watch a movie, or listen to Bob Dylan all day and all night. Which is basically what I do, actually.

{first two photos and illustration by me.}