Randomness as assembled by Fleurine
The end of the summer drenches me with longing and nostalgia every year. The saying goodbye to a summer crush when you both have to go back to different schools in September. Packing up the summer clothes, and pulling out the warm ones. The days growing shorter with school pressures and anxieties mounting. The first cold breeze in late August.
My summer scents for this time of year, are, this year: