Hello, September. You brought a deliciously crisp morning with your arrival today. The past few dawns have been cooler, but then the day heats up quickly and cools back off again after sunset. We’re moving into what my Grandmother would call “Indian Summer”.
The light has changed, it’s a little paler, a little more buttery, a little more ivory. It feels different on your skin. It’s casting different shadows.
We’re ready for this change of season, but I don’t think Lady Summer is quite ready to loosen her fingers. We’re not quite ready for school to start again, we’ve been too busy playing chess, watching old movies, cooking together and laying under the breeze of the fan, listening to an album while outside the heatwave pressed on.
We’re ready to taste the last dregs from the goblet of summer on our tongues, to quench our thirst for her before she returns next year. We’re ready for this adventure we’re in to continue to unfold before us. We’re still finding our footing, but we’ve made great strides.
Welcome, September. We can’t wait to see all that you have waiting for us.
{“Yellow Kitchen” | Elisabeth Dorrian | Pinned HERE}









