
The yellow, orangish, light of dusk begins to creep over the fall colored leaves. The birds still chirp and the sounds of the Septa bus’s squeaky breaks waft through my window as the perfect 70 degree day seeps into my … Continue reading
The yellow, orangish, light of dusk begins to creep over the fall colored leaves. The birds still chirp and the sounds of the Septa bus’s squeaky breaks waft through my window as the perfect 70 degree day seeps into my … Continue reading