Episode 96: The Art Of Being Unedited

Episode 103: Autumn

Autumn Refuses to Lie About Time Nothing dies. It just stops pretending to be green. Trees spend summer hiding real colors behind chlorophyll. Autumn is when the disguise falls away. The gold was always there. Not decay. Honesty. Autumn’s First Promise Every leaf it drops is a letter to spring. A falling leaf isn’t waste. The tree sends nutrients to roots before it lets go. What falls feeds soil for next year. Autumn is the first move spring makes. Light That Leans Closer Days don’t shorten. They deepen, and turn everything to amber. The sun stays lower in autumn. Shadows stretch. Light travels through more air to reach you, which filters it warm. That’s why 4pm feels like firelight. The Quiet That Knows Your Name Cold air holds scent like a secret. That’s why autumn smells like memory. Warm air scatters smells. Cold air traps molecules close to ground. Smoke, wet leaves, apples linger. Autumn smells stronger because air listens. The Sky’s Unfinished Sentence Birds don’t leave. They punctuate the year with we’ll be back. A V of geese isn’t goodbye. It’s migration written as grammar. Sky uses birds to put a comma in the year, not a period. They’re promising the return trip. Written by https://www.threads.com/@the_autumn_1 [https://www.threads.com/@the_autumn_1] This is a public episode. If you would like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit anureetwrites.substack.com [https://anureetwrites.substack.com?utm_medium=podcast&utm_campaign=CTA_1]

Episode 102: golden hour

golden hour bleeds and splashes onto the floor and in my eyes. i am catching fire in the quiet. took a picture of the sunset on my skin but it wasn’t the sun making me glow… it was the humming of our souls. the dreamers who speak in stardust and alignments the ascended souls who look at my shadows and trace them back to constellations. this is the alchemy of building a home out of open hands and shared portals. i feel the heat of your energy. softening the sharp edges of my world, pulling me through the threshold of everything i used to only dream about. my aura is dripping in this amber light. visceral, thick, and humming. i am glowing because you exist, because we wove this safety out of thin air and thick devotion. rooted. golden. awake. Written by https://www.threads.com/@audreylorea [https://www.threads.com/@audreylorea] This is a public episode. If you would like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit anureetwrites.substack.com [https://anureetwrites.substack.com?utm_medium=podcast&utm_campaign=CTA_1]

Episode 101: the sun makes love to me

the sun makes love to me touches places no one ever reached before kisses me until my skin stays marked for days warms me into the color of burnt sugar leaves me smelling like passion sometimes it hurts and i always ask for more every summer i lie beneath him saying: just for today my love can wait Written by https://www.threads.com/@nina_sorelle_ [https://www.threads.com/@nina_sorelle_] This is a public episode. If you would like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit anureetwrites.substack.com [https://anureetwrites.substack.com?utm_medium=podcast&utm_campaign=CTA_1]

Episode 100: Meander

Hope & Should such flaky words & flakiness has no place here sharp shapes of slate chipped my mind but then was made whole eventually in a winding way mistiful confusion then the path appears autumn fall fell into cosy comforts but don’t let the season fool you the place, the home is where you choose it to be where the heart is or could be choose home as a state of mind so yes, sharp shapes of slate may chip away but decide to be made whole holistically & eventually the suffocation & the morose heaviness imparted onto my wellbeing past my comfort baseline of melancholy hovering at the dipping point of the depressive state; but I go to New England for the Fall so I don’t fall Written by Anureet, background music by https://www.threads.com/@voltaires_inkwell [https://www.threads.com/@voltaires_inkwell] This is a public episode. If you would like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit anureetwrites.substack.com [https://anureetwrites.substack.com?utm_medium=podcast&utm_campaign=CTA_1]

Episode 99: I love the sound of city rain...

I love the sound of city rain.. carrying with it the slightest spring chill, through a barely cracked window as I melt into the reprieve of a blankets gentle touch on my skin and a book's promise a new story waiting, as the softest breeze wisps around me like a whisper in a world far too loud who says we are bound by reality anyway? when turning pages can so easily take us away, and raindrops transform even the most ordinary day? I love the sound of city rain.. Written by https://www.threads.com/@toujours.ria [https://www.threads.com/@toujours.ria] This is a public episode. If you would like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit anureetwrites.substack.com [https://anureetwrites.substack.com?utm_medium=podcast&utm_campaign=CTA_1]