hello, september.

It is the summer's great last heat,
It is the fall's first chill: They meet.

–Sarah Morgan Bryan Piatt

i'm a september baby, a child of autumn. according to this year's almanac, my birthday is just six days after the first day of fall.

i am not wanting to rush past the last flickering days of summer, but i also am ready. ready for apple cider and soup and pumpkin spice lattes and caramel apples. i am ready for scarves everyday, boots for every walk and flannels upon flannels. i am on the edge of my seat ready for the leaves bursting forth with burnt orange, mustard yellow and deep red. i am ready to see beards galore for no shave november.

hello, september. good to see you again.

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