The clock have gone back, the now golden crisp leaves are slowly floating down to the cold pavments, leaving the bare, thin trees looking like an elaborate paper cut out against the clear greyness of the sky; and now, when I go for my early morning walks in the winter sun, hearing the crisp of the leaves against my shoes, feeling snug in my thick military jacket and tweed scarf and seeing my breath infront of me when I exhale, to me, means that autumn is slowly arriving.
Today has been rather lazy for me, but non the less productive as I have finally gotten my school work out of the way with time to spare to quietly go down to my local high street and see what's new in the sweet and independant sleepy shops. I couldn't resistic getting a fortune fish from my favourite gift shop for it was only 50 pence and the retro packaging, which is now proudly taked to my wall, was adorable.
My fish curled up at both ends (the head and tail) and then eventually went into a full ball which means I am passionatly in love, which is fortunate seeing as one of the options of the fish was 'dead'.
There was once a small girl who was loney. Her parents were long gone, but she didn't mind, for in the warm suns of the year she had the fairies for company and their small woodland friends. However, when the weather grew cold and the wind became strong and wicked, the fairies went away and the girl was alone again, not even a word escaping through her small lips. So the girl hung on to summer, and although most of it managed to slip through her small and thin fingers, two butterflies remained, so that she, the lonely girl, had her winter company.'
All my loving;
Sophie
xxx
