It has all been done. Flowers grown, seeds sown, young raised and crop harvested. Each warm day feels like a bonus, a surprise present when you are not expecting to get one any longer. After the nameless and hourless days of summer there is suddenly order for things. The order that reminds you of where you belong and how far you’re able to reach. The order that is so dear and welcome but does you let you off easy. The order that is inevitable, but also necessary for us to be able to enjoy the time without it.
In September, when the light is soft and low, time stands still for a moment for us to remember how it all was, turning memories into expectations. Until we meet again.