Autumn Concepts

Autumn-flavored concepts and aesthetic wisps

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little breeze-swept drifts of leaf dust at the inner edges of the sidewalks, crushed to bits by many passing wheels, crunched by many curious feet

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a sudden chill in a room where no windows are open. you can see your breath. but as soon as you puff again to confirm, it is not so cold anymore.

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big, soft sweater sleeves that you can tug down until just your fingertips are sticking out

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you take a walk after sunset, when the rain has all but stopped and the cloudy sky is glowing its last faint purply blues and the air is wet and cold and still. the leaves and pine needles under your shoes are too soggy to crunch. you can't spot it, but an owl hoots from somewhere very close. the world smells fresh and you feel like having something warm to drink when you get home.

[seasonalcabin]

a cozy home in the mountains with a window seat where you can drink something warm and watch as the leaves change into an array of red, orange, and yellow

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concept: it’s a friday in october and the sky is gray when you get home from school. nobody else is home. you turn on the tv and the station break says a halloween movie is starting in a minute. it’s the perfect time to pop those halloween cookies in the oven, knowing full well you’ll ruin your appetite for dinner. 

[mynowherenothing]

physically im here but mentally im standing on a big boulder on the shoreline when the storm is about to come and you can feel the wind brushing past your skin and the first drops of rain, before you run back barefoot through the wet grass to your cottage and then you bust out hot cocoa as the thunder comes rolling in and the rain hits hard and loud on your uninsulated wooden roof

[mickeystan]

my favorite thing in the entire world is when it’s fall and at night it’s crisp enough to feel it but not cold enough that you can’t be outside for longer than a couple minutes. and i just. breathe. i just breathe and it’s so clear and it’s so cool and it’s getting dark and the sun’s already gone but its light is still around and i breathe. i’ve never ever ever not felt happy being outside and breathing that cold crisp evening air

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concept: you're sitting on your porch, reading. a nice sunset steals your attention from the pages, and when you look back, it’s a little too dark to read. it’s getting chilly as the sun sinks, but you don’t want to go inside. you zip your sweater and put your feet up. 

[jumpedoverthemoon]

Oh how I long to run away to a sleepy town on the edge of a great forest, where I can reopen the shuttered bakery store and bake bread all day, and at night roam underneath the stars that shine through the thick canopy of ancient trees

[girlcolour-blog]

a thought: me, sitting in a café with a hot mug of coffee and my laptop. it is early in the morning. i am wearing a turtleneck sweater and a heart shaped locket. outside the windows it is raining lightly

[m4ge-deactivated20210331]

could really go for a steaming mug of homemade hot cocoa at an old new england lighthouse in the middle of a stormy night while i stare at the raging sea wistfully right about now 

[alatteofautumn]

Autumn makes me want to live in a small town with tons of history and character. Leaf-strewn cobblestone streets. Old buildings and homes that range from small cottages to large estates. Maple, oak, and pine trees line the streets and cluster in yards, and when they all turn orange and gold in the fall it’s the most beautiful sight. Small local businesses thrive. It’s walking distance to your favorite coffee shop or diner. There’s an ancient library on the edge of town with the greatest selection of books, comfy armchairs, tables, and big windows to read by. Time moves slower there. Everything is safe.

[autumnleaves-sweatersleeves]

Someday soon you’ll be all cozied up in your favorite sweatshirt, a warm beverage cupped in your hands, your favorite fall scented candle flickering nearby, watching the colorful leaves dance in the breeze on a crisp autumn day, and everything will feel okay.

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you hear crows cawing loudly at the edge of a cornfield. several more arrive and land around the same spot as you watch, disappearing from your view behind the dry stalks. something is moving in there that sounds bigger than crows. it would be trespassing, but you debate stepping between the rows to see what's in there.

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a small gentle whirlwind of dead leaves on an otherwise still and empty side street. it moves down the sidewalk and rounds the corner, out of sight. it will bother you all day long if you do not follow this little ghost of autumn and see where it goes.

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rain soaked yellow leaves fluttering in a cool clammy breeze, sprinkling the ground with drops held over from a shower that ended much earlier