September. When time no longer matters, and darkness is welcomed. We wake to a fog filled world. There is a coolness in the air, being welcomed with open arms. The leaves are our clock now. Never wanting time to go, yet wanting to see the beauty only time will bring. Leaves begin to change, the sweet scent of apples and leaves mix in the air, the sound of rakes scraping on the ground begins to comfort my soul. September. You have lit a fire beneath my soul. I feel renewed with energy.
September. The time when fashion begins to change. Layering, textures, prints. New trends come and old ones leave. New inspiration makes way, like a new chapter in a book. Writers block is cleared. The next chapter is clear.