Autumn reeks of pumpkin spice, hayrides, and wet decomposing leaves. However, the most distinguishing traits of fall to me include the swarms of ladybugs infiltrating my house and the bone-chilling voices of young children warning me to not let their grandmother find me on Spotify's ads. Every time I hop on the treadmill and put on my headphones, I'm running for my dear life.
Somewhere in the Midwest // Oct 9, 2020