“The early morning light was over everything and summer had glanced back and waved a fleeting hand at the day with soft airs and the lingering warmth of sunshine.”
One of my dearest friends passed along that quote to me and I think it perfectly matches the poignant days of September when summer blows its farewell kiss. We are having beautiful September days in New England. It is too soon for the leaves to change colors but signs of autumn are everywhere - the sea is steel grey from a distance and mornings are refreshingly cool. Although I'm not yet up to unpacking sweaters, I do believe I will be wearing them soon. Sweater Days are on our doorstep and the muse is perched upon my shoulder again.
Golden days inspire me with nostalgia. Memories are so much more heartrending because September's backdrop is postcard blue skies and whispering breezes. It's as if everything that happens in September is something lovely to be kept beside your pillow.