#360 — the summer sun is fading as the year grows old 🍂
This poem will never not remind me of autumn and give me warm, slightly melancholy, perfect feels.
long live the pioneers, rebels, & mutineers
This poem will never not remind me of autumn and give me warm, slightly melancholy, perfect feels.
Looking back on February, poet S.P. Johnson comes to some pretty hard-fought conclusions about the act of “doing” vs “not doing”.