i'm a indie-pop recording artist from sacramento, ca.
Twenty four years ago, I was born in the late afternoon in Paradise, CA, a stone's thrown drive up the side of the canyon by Chico to my mother. She was nineteen, in love with my father and newly married. She loved to sing and to write poetry, and as I was born the skies outside burned brilliantly in vivid color, painterly thrown across the horizon. She had meant to name me Autumn Rose, but loved the day so much that she changed it at the last minute. I have been Autumn Sky ever since.
i have forty-three freckles, of which i routinely recount. i despise being badly kissed and only do it when i mean it. one day, i saw the sky, and i've never been able to walk the earth the same way again. my heart is in the clouds, my eyes are to the stars.
The gas gage on my car shows that it’s empty after the tank is under half full, so for the last half you kind of just have to wing it. Today I attempted to wing it and ended up taking a mile and a half walk around the American River to fill up a gas can.