The sun still shines in fall. I feel my skin basking in its paradoxes. In seven days I will wear my Betsey Johnson dress and smell like velvety woods and lavender. I will eat gourmet food and stare into eyes of someone real in front of me. Before my night of luxe, I will listen to a journalist and an author speak.
I will make it a goal of mine to see fall as a romantic season. I will clean my surroundings and only keep clutter when it decorates, not disguises.
I will eat expensive chocolate and drink expensive wine and no one will care because I have been welcomed. I will dance with my loves and be one entity by the starlight of the morning hours. Things are looking up, and I can only hope that they will remain to be as beautiful.