September is the month of joie de vivre, excitement and new beginnings, of wrapping up in silk and wool to have a coffee in chilly sunshine with yellow leaves whirling around you, of leaning over a book and looking up only to wink at a handsome stranger.
This year, it went by so fast. It wasn't like it used to be. I didn't have much motivation to pick up a book or even to wink at strangers. Still, there were good moments. Going for a run along a foggy seashore, seeing windows light up in the autumn twilight. Sleeping in yellowing grass under a blanket, warmed by the sun while the wind roared around me with a warning of approaching storms. Going back to the welcoming warmth of the Irish pub. Placing a candle in my window as a comfort to lonely wanderers.
October, traditionally the Month of the Aching Heart, is now approaching. October is the month when people leave and you never see them again. But I'm not worried. October too will pass.
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