Tonight, I'm lost in a sort of synesthesia. In my part of the country, the nights have grown longer, the leaves more guilded and russet, and the air just a bit more crisp when the night is in full bloom. As I write, I am feeling the coolness of the subtle breeze against my cheek, and am feeling and smelling the pale perfection of a creamy white rose and it's verdant waxy stem. As odd as that may seem, it's the feeling autumn evokes in me on seemingly every level. The cooler nights just beg... read more
