I love September when the weather is so warm and sunfilled mellow and ripening the apples, brightening the leaves to red and orange and gold-brown. Lulled to sleep and yet the cool morning air means action. New beginnings. Farewell to the summer, but this month holding the relaxed air of the word 'summer' so it doesn't quite feel like goodbye.
Possibilities. That flutter in the stomach. Hope. Maturity. Peace. And the smell of cider and berries.
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