I love autumn. It makes me feel full of life and magic, but tinged with a poignant sadness around the edges....a longing, a wanting, but for what? Is it primal? I want to dance madly around a fire, ride a half-wild horse at full gallop over hilltops; run in a wood....probably howling.....with the full moon shining through branches that dance in time to the rapid tempo of my heart.
Wildness courses through me, carried by blood heated to boiling despite the cooling crispness of the autumn air.