Sweet November, be kind. My soul's been weary and yet here she is trepid but hopeful. The north winds have started doing their magic. I cry a little less now and smile a lot more. The days are shorter no doubt but the sleepless nights make up for it. Dawn eludes me but the smell of camphor wakes me up with a promise of new beginnings. Winter is on its way, and spring can never be far behind. #persephone_writes #reverie #morningmusings #sundaynotesofhope 💌