10/16/12

autumn has always been my favorite season. there's something about the smells, the colours, the temperature and the memories, but it always takes me back to day dreams of sunsets, wool mits, hot chocolate and bitter-sweetness. cheers to the time of year where i always re-evaluate and take time to remember all the steps i've taken to get where i am. so until the snow falls, here's the time to take in as many 80's horror movies as you can bare, snuggle up close to the one you love and enjoy it while it lasts.

"Part of you died each year when the leaves fell from the trees and their branches were bare against the wind and the cold, wintry light.” 
A Moveable Feast - Ernest Hemingway

© SHIRK MAGAZINE 2016. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.