As raindrops fill the window I realise that summer is quickly drawing to an end. The summer that didn´t deliver. The summer that somehow remained unfulfilled.
I choose to look ahead and find joy in every leaf that turns yellow.
So dearest September. I welcome you. I welcome the way your low light makes for long shadows. I welcome your fresh air and blue skies.
May your rain wash away all that summer didn´t grant us.
Dearest September, we meet again. Let´s make you count.