I am waiting for you in September. And maybe reading my blog you will understand that you are waiting for me too.
Autumn gives birth to the coziest evenings, smoothly turning into the sweetest night, where we allow ourselves, lying in an embrace and inhaling the aroma of a loved one, to enjoy the sound of rain on the roofs.
Minor notes of rain, you and a warm bed.
Romance. We hear the breath of autumn.
Cozy evenings, reading novels together and watching films over a cup of fragrant warm tea with pies, wrapped in a blanket.
The time of boots and coats, cold noses buried in warm necks.
And it is also a time of contemplation and solitude with nature.
But for us, it is an opportunity to warm ourselves in each other's arms and carry our common warmth through autumn.
Autumn evenings will remember our sweetest kisses.
Intoxicated by our love, autumn will whirl the leaves in a whirlwind of autumn tango.
Thus, moderate, sometimes warming faces with the sun - September will be replaced by a more capricious October - with a rainy coat on. And then November will come and will begin to prepare people for Christmas
The spicy aroma of mulled wine, candles in houses with an attractive yellow flame. The most beautiful time of the year is the time of love, where warming hugs and kisses of warm lips dissolve in wonderful autumn moments.
The most beautiful time of the year is the time of love, where warming hugs and kisses of warm lips dissolve in wonderful autumn moments. You know, I believe that you will write to me and I will meet you in September.