Dear September

Dear September,

I can already feel the slight chill in your air & the promise of Autumn just around the corner. Crisp golden leaves underfoot, bringing out the warm blankets to huddle underneath on your chilly evenings, the delicate shimmer of a morning frost.

Oh how I've missed you. The way that darkness falls a little earlier each evening. How brightly the stars shine against their inky surroundings for a little longer every night. How hazy the light looks when the sun sits low in the sky, sending its beams through a soft curtain of fog.

If possible please try not to rain too much. But really that's okay too because leaves look like miniature sailboats as they drift their way through puddles, rolling steadily down the hill. And even though raindrops on my glasses obscure my vision, sometimes it's not what I can see that's important, it's what I can't. 

It's good to see you.

With love, 
Jennie
xoxo

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