The sound of my childhood: crows crowing in every park and over every building, come early Winter. The sights of my childhood: playing with the many, many fallen leaves in the park I grew up in. I used to hate November, being a child of Summer. November was that useless month that stood in the way of festive December.
But now, I’ve come to embrace it more and more. The November days that have sun, their sunlight give such lovely golden hour warmth and magically make everything golden. And then there’s me, a whimsy witch of the forest with my heeled Mary Janes ready to welcome winter. Because even in darkness and the vastly cold, even then, everything thrives. A world that is hidden during Summer. And that I welcome more and more.
As always,
I was wearing: Trench Coat // Sinsay, Dress // Sinsay, Bag // Michael Kors, Shoes // Vivienne Westwood, Earrings // Killstar.
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