Laracolvin : MyBlogHer Profile

The summer’s end is near. Soon enough we’ll be layering scarves, lacing boots and lighting fires, and the deep, languid warmth of August will be a distant, albeit enjoyable, memory. The imminence of fall enveloped me last week  with a cool, sweeping breeze blowing over the beach at dusk. Dusk - it's my favorite time of day when the descent of the sun seems to muffle discontent and shrouds the city in a lush, glimmering light. If in the hours of midnight are a true reflection of self, then dusk is escapism at its best, both indulgent and compassionate.  Read more >

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