chronicles
Description
My name is Kasia, and I live for stories and aspirations. Consider this my scrapbook.Links
Navigation
"Listen…
With faint dry sound,
Like steps of passing ghosts,
The leaves, frost-crisp’d, break from the trees
And fall."
Adelaide Crapsey, “November Night” (via bookoasis)
Is it dark outside for you yet? Cambridge darkens so early now. Reminds me of my years on pointe, when I would wait outside for my father to pick me up at 5:15 from dance class. I remember the night, and the cold, and the crisp air, and reading books in what faint light was emitted from the studio.
