September: it was the most beautiful of words, he’d always felt, evoking orange-flowers, swallows, and regret." ~ Alexander Theroux
Ah, September. After a record-breaking summer of heat, September brings us warm days, cooler nights and a turn to the season, to the senses. The changes of nature tend to make me pensive, to go to the inner-self...the heart of things. Longings, yearnings, a remembering. I am reminded of the coming of fall, of winter. Perhaps a reminder of the shortness of my own life, of all that is...the impermanence of things. Yet, that is the way of the natural world--the ceaseless turning of the seasons, of change inherent. Not something to fear, but something to embrace. The sunlight warms my face another day--a leaf spirals to the earth, the hummingbird rests on a branch. I inhale the dry sweet afternoon breeze, a coral zinnia in my hand, reflecting the glow of my heart and the bittersweet scent of longing.
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