its that time of the year....

its that time of the year....

when a nice warm blanket and hot coffee is more attractive that the girl next door.

when the smell of wet earth reminds you of the smell of her hair when its all wet and soft.

when dark clouds filter the light and turn day to
night.

when rain drops caress you face, warm and soft, hiding your tears.

when cold rain seeps into your skin kindling the fire deep within.

when all is beautfiul and fresh like a new born.

when life smiles and you smile back wondering what is it that makes you smile.

when there is nothing left to celebrate but the bromides of every single day.