I love the early nightfall of season’s end
As if it were an intended reward
For the suffering of a long hot summer
A respite for a soul
Craving an extended slumber
And the inner warmth of homemade stew
The quiet comes early
A nonconformist, neurodivergent artist with the urge to word. All photos are mine and are protected. To see more, find kimd_arthouse on IG. 😊