To make a countryman understand what feuille-morte colour signifies, it may suffice to tell him, it is the colour of withered leaves in autumn.— John Locke, An Essay Concerning Human Understanding, 1690 (Source: Merriam Webster) strolling on a red-orange path,re-living glimpses of our pastfly like feathers of gold. like the autumn foliagerunning so wild,our memories so old. myContinue reading “feuille morte | 20”
rain, a cup of coffee & thoughts.
where penser meets expression 