October in paris the weather is scintillating, sun on every wall, a Dali painting, everything goes liquid.
evenings of perfect Fuji Velvia slide light,.
the air is crispening,
smudge of woodsmoke in the sky that wasn't there before, ankles chill when left exposed.
I wake up chewing the air.
there is a lot going on in my little heart as she sleeps. border crossings.
blue city, long window panes,
scarves and green even in winter parks
a place with high ceilings and roselight. early dark.
See the dream in front of you as you live it/autumn/heart over fire.
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