September

There’s something about the air

it’s crisp, it’s inviting.

With every gust of wind that flows through the trees, I feel it in my hair, and my arms develop goosebumps with every humble creak of the trees whispering, celebrating of the changing season.

I smile recognizing their language, and acknowledging my celebration with them. I dance along with them in nature while the wind howls and wait for Stargazing to begin.

Morning coffee and Tea tastes differently during this time. Somehow it tastes more

Magickal.

You notice small things

like how the warmth on your cup, or in your sweater

makes you feel safe, comforted.

The feeling a good book has on someone, warmth, adventure and curiosity.

Apple, pumpkin, cinnamon, cocoa, nutmeg seeps into the air during this time.

It’s like Mother Nature knows what aesthetically pleasing smells there are.

Maybe that's just me.

Writers inspiration just flows onto the screen.

Warm sweaters, dim lights, scary movies, the fall rain.

Boundless beauty of Mother Nature.

September… beautiful September