There’s something about Fall that arouses the spirit. The brisk Autumn air chills the skin as gusts of wind whisper through crisp, colorful groves, separating leaves from limbs and animating the sky with flashes of yellow, red, and orange. Food and drinks are imbued with notes of pumpkin, apple, and cinnamon, oftentimes mixed with rum or whiskey while young people huddle around a fire, covered in sweaters and flannels.
There’s something about firelight that enlivens beauty. The active, volatile light scatters playfully across its subject as it replaces the static light of day with the coming of dusk. Barely illuminated faces give the illusion of secret glances; soft smiles passed noiselessly from one to another. The eyes are more free to wander, absorbing waves of long dark hair, pronounced curves rising and falling under blankets and sweaters.
There’s something about youth that sharpens desire. The buzz of the drink and the chill in the air, intoxicating the flesh and transforming casual arousal into feelings of necessity. A need to hold, to feel the touch of flesh, to become one as waves of pleasure pass between. And, just underneath, a more primal, animalistic desire. A need to squeeze and pull, to scream and moan. To release.