There’s something tender about autumn. It’s that season of the year when even betrayal feels sublime.
There’s an autumn within all of us. There’s a tenderness in all of us.
We just need to express the autumn within us.
Be tender, Be soft. Be mellow.
Like the sun outside my office window.
Life feels beautiful.
Autumn, my lover. Thank you.
I am happy to feel your tender presence in times of global warming.