Dear September

Dear September,

You've come round so quickly. I feel this September is different, and I can't quite work out why. Maybe it's because I don't want the summer to end or maybe it's because right now, as I write this, I do not know where my life is going. I'm sad to see the summer sun passing away, my tan fading and wearing fewer layers. 

I can already feel the autumn air, see the crisps orange leaves scatter the ground and smell the fall rain. This time of the year always welcomes many blankets to snuggle under the darkening skies that draw closer and closer each day. 

This could be a time of new beginnings, but for now who knows where I'm going, as long as it's forward and only looking back on the good things, it will be ok. 

So here's to a good September, not just for me but also for you reading this.

M.