Ephemerality

and all the leaves on the trees are falling (by the_musical)

and the rain keeps falling down (#287) (by Simone Becque)

there comes a time every october where i try and decide if i would rather have days of endless cold rain or snow. mainly, i choose rain because when it clears its done. but there’s something about the way a day of fall rain will sit in your bones, a dampness you can’t escape.