And yet, it is autumn, surely the time when blossoms grow faint and wither, their petals loosening and drifting away from their once-vibrant crowns. Still, perhaps their charm lingers for another reason entirely. After all, I am rather lovely myself.
Is not this a true autumn day? Just the still melancholy that I love. Delicious autumn! My very soul is wedded to it, and if I were a bird I would fly about the earth seeking the successive autumns.
βDo flowers bloom wherever you walk?β Yet that is not the true wonder. Above me, the heavens themselves seem to sing, and from their lofty ceiling they shower the place where I stand with blossoms.
Once again, Iβve chosen a tuxedo shirt, topped with green sunglasses resting above for a hint of flair. Paired with a sharp belt and my polished, stylish shoes. The ensemble comes together perfectly, right?