Something makes content

Seems to me that loveliness is without when within. When the weather and scenery are at its peak in changing so I feel I am also. That I feel mysterious when it's foggy, pretty when I am content, shining when stormy, and glowing when it rains in October. When the sky is bright blue my eyes turn dark blue and my hair changing from amber tones to auburn reds.

When sweet smells of cinnamon and coffee fill the air I am so happy. My mood stays on for much longer and memories flit about in my head. When my nosebrain is on overload I am wistful and taken. And it is just that time right now. Even at work.