Autumn waits at the bus stop ♥

The leaves were falling like secrets I wasn’t ready to hear.

Coffee warming my hands, rain painting shadows on old rusted doors.

And somewhere between the silence of the woods and the hum of an engine,

I swore I saw him —

the mystery that feels like a song I almost remember.

 

CREDITS ♥

PRIMFEED ♥

 

 

Taken at Cherishville

Done