SelfPub: Carried away in autumn three wonderful ...

Carried three wonderful warm months into autumn. Summer. My summer... Disheveled by the wind, fate, changeable, hurried and as light as a sip of rosé. With salted caramel on the lips, with notes of sea tides, vanilla-pink sunsets. I love him for everything, tenderly hugged him goodbye and spread out yesterday's memories into the pockets of a silk dress. Do not be sad, let summer always live in our children's souls!