Fall can be full of hope too Long walks under half bare trees, crunchy leaves underfoot Cozy in new love and promises You let me put my hands in your pockets because I forgot my mittens Smell of woodsmoke and Love's Baby Soft in the air Hands clasped - connected - showing the world we were one Looking for your head in the crowd between classes, recognizing your gait at just a glance, euphoric, stolen moments in the stairwell, echoing Singing alone in my room, imaging you watching me, wanting you to see my secret self and be charmed, to want me for who I really am or at least who I am when I am singing to myself Really singing to you and trying to be my most beguiling A song that is ours that I can't get out of my head, imagined futures, of us sharing a bed - grownup thoughts glimpsed on the tube of fraught conversations, cuddly interludes Do we ever outgrow these imaginings of love? To call them "young" or "innocent" is to deny their dark appeal - of romance and forevers and will you be mine, of first kisses and touches and feeling lost in time If we outgrow it then why do I even now feel those twinges of feeling, thinking of those secret vows. Made at such a tender age and in a simpler time, when I was just yours and you were just mine. #younglove #thrifting #lovesbabysoft #leatherjacket #walkinghandinhand #fallintohope #morningmusings #myview #nostalgia #saturday (at Big Bear Lake, California)