a letter to myself

to a better me,

the leaves are falling.

yellow and orange surround me as i walk up and down the main streets. i wish you could feel how at home i have felt and how much the mountain in the fog looked like the copeland album cover. it was so beautiful. the rain replenishes the air here and i can breathe once more while walking these streets. i soak my clothing walking to work and i won't touch an umbrella. i sweat through my shirt for far too long this summer not to deserve this.

these autumn days grow shorter. i find the nights more often than not lead to me desperately grasping at my blankets. i shake from the very core of my being although it barely gets below freezing this time of year. as the summer came to its finale, i had to leave my apartment. i am crashing on a a friend's couch, in between places. a close friend of mine does not call as much as they used to. i am cold on the inside.

keep warm,

H.L.