September 9th. It’s colder, but not cold. It’s darker, but not dark.
The world seems surreal, mystical even.
The leaves have already turned orange around the edges, but the flowers are still in bloom.
Everything’s just a little bit more beautiful,
Everything feels just a little bit more like a dream.
With the necessity of wearing more clothes, my newly found sense of fashion can really shine.
I look good,
I feel good,
And most importantly, I’m finally in a good place.
I’m looking forward to what else the seasons have in store for us,
Because wherever you decide to go, I’ll come with you.