Closer and closer…

Closer and closer… the creeping dampness, the permeating greyness, all things bright slipping into delicious decay. Closer and closer… the brisk autumn winds; the yellow and red leaves whirling like dervishes against the steel grey skies, and only moments later plastered on the ground like old textured wallpaper; to be envelopped in thick knitted sweaters, … More Closer and closer…