My sorrow, when she's here with me, thinks these dark days of autumn rain are beautiful as days can be; she loves the bare, the withered tree; she walks the sodden pasture lane. (Theme Post)
My wife was late coming home from a bachelor party she was bartending at. One of the men used her phone to tell me, “ she’s asleep, sorry man we dressed her as best as we could”. I found her like this…
