"September mornings still can make me feel this way." - Neil Diamond, September Morn
"September Morn" by Paul Emile Charbas
For me, the first morning in September always feels like stepping naked - a blank slate - into a lake of infinite possibilities. Looking out to the horizon, I can see a new season approaching; one that promises cooler air, golden squashes, outdoor festivals, cozy fires, and shades of orange beginning to appear everywhere.
The month of my birth, September initiates my season for rebirth and renewal. It ushers in a time of reward, a time to harvest the bounty of the seeds I've planted over the past year.
Welcome September, and all the promise, beauty and hope you hold.