"There is something about those November evenings where the darkness sets in early and the fog creeps in like a cold blanket, resembling death itself, leading us into lighting fires and candles to keep warm and cozy. The sun sets earlier, giving us time to delve into the dark corners of our lives and shed a candle on it, to see if perhaps we might be able to improve some aspects hidden to us during sunny days. So that when spring comes back we might be able to bloom in renewed beauty, just like the flowers which all go to sleep now for a season."

— Sereno Sky, the “Lonely Traveller” novels
(via hippieseurope)

"The soul needs autumn. Let what’s dead fall. Let the wind sweep it up and blow it away. Your colors are changing; it’s so beautiful. Don’t be sad it was a part of you and now is gone. Some things have to die. It’s their season. You can’t hold on. This is your season to let it all fall. Shed what’s dead. Be free, stand tall. There will be a time to bloom again."

— your roots remain // (via breanna-lynn)