Autumn Hauntings

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You step onto the cobblestone pathway, still damp from the past night’s thunder. The mist which blinds distant strangers settles into the roadway, alleyway, and back street; clinging to the walls like moss. The whole city is coated in a thick sheet of grey, even the neon signs appear a dimmer shade. Your hands prickle from the cold, and yet, you enjoy it. The damp pathway makes the ground feel softer, the muted colours run smoother, the chill of the wind reminds you of the times your mother told you to bundle up, and you didn’t. The smog of the autumn gloom feels like cotton that you can't touch. As if it's there, but it isn't. Like a hologram where the air is messy but you taste the mess when you swallow it.

 

Outfit details

Cardigan - https://goo.gl/1kJ5oB

Turtleneck - Thrifted

Skirt - https://goo.gl/4YiQhj

Shoes - Topshop