. . . if there were talk previously, about time having flown, there is no comparison for the month of october, which nearly already seems as a distant dream . . . and for now, there is the thought of pumpkin pie and flickering candlelight, old friends to be reacquainted with and new memories to make, long walks and clasped hands amidst the last of the fallen leaves . . . and whether gilded pumpkins or mysterious & enchanted masquerades, wishing you the most magical weekend . . .
see you again next week & hope it’s beautiful where you are,
~ roséline xo