Tomorrow is already the last day of September – and just like that it goes up in flames as only September can do. Such a tricky month, and so fraught with drama and the possibility of a fall – the season and the act. We demand the burn, we drive the fire, we want something to make us feel again. And so we have September, who begins entrenched in the happiness of summer, and feels for some time like she’ll hang onto her summer garb forever, only to shrug it off like so many falling leaves.
Then, just when you think she’s done with the vibrancy of summer days, she turns into fall, setting herself gorgeously aflame in colors that couldn’t shine quite as brilliantly in the sunny season. Somehow fall matches that vibrancy with its emotional journey.
‘The sun is going down, it’s getting dark…‘
‘I’ve got the dreams, I’ve got the style, I’ve go the moves to make you smile…’
‘I had my share, I drank my fill, and even though I’m satisfied I’m hungry still…‘
