Summer hushed, I can't make out what the autumn breeze whispers.
The mouth of fall sharpens its winter teeth behind a solemn smile.
I think not too much of the winter's bite, waiting for spring's kiss.
Nicole
6:06pm wednesday, 9th october
I just found your site, and I haven't yet read all of your journal, but I want to tell you that I believe you are lucky, for even as you suffer more deeply, I read that you feel love and joy more deeply than most of us. I think you may see brighter colors than I do, or hear sweeter music, and I am slightly in awe, so while I feel for you in the times that you suffer, I rejoice for you in the depth of emotion and understanding that you sometimes reach.
Nicole