music: sweet dogs, trolle//siebenhaar
m. & i sat on the front porch this morning & everything, everything (black coffee, muesli, conversation) was the crumbling taste of autumn. mostly we were quiet. we are in places that don't need dissection, don't require so many words.
it's been an in-between week of late nights & then up-with-the-birds. professors are shuffling through campus & uncrumpling their pages in coffee-shops (girls with red hair & green bicycles cycling past every window). half-unpacked boxes of utensils & suitcases are in the hallways of our new homes.
it's been an in-between week of late nights & then up-with-the-birds. professors are shuffling through campus & uncrumpling their pages in coffee-shops (girls with red hair & green bicycles cycling past every window). half-unpacked boxes of utensils & suitcases are in the hallways of our new homes.
& you, do you remember the september tree & all its soft-changing leaves?
2 comments:
hey! that's me.
happy last first day of school jules. love you always, andrea
that bottom picture is incredible
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