The leaves fall, watery eyes. You gave up something and got something else. You paid in some way for everything that was good in your life. Like the beautiful leaves that fall to the floor, we have to endure the months of cold darkness for a passing season of lush beauty. But the highs are so high, you welcome the lows.
Somewhere deep inside the depths of our unconscious, we are inherently connected to the seasons. We feel what they feel, we fall when they fall. They affect us much more than our modern world will ever let on. Instead of letting the winter hinder you, keep you inside, or make you anxious, I pray you see the seasons for what they are – something that is so intrinsically a part of us, as we are of it, we are all one.
sweater dress by Mor Dotter
clutch bag by Brahmin
photos by Phillip Van Nosstrand