Tomorrow it's September 🍂

For some, the end of August feels sad. But for me, it’s a state of happiness. I love this time of year. It’s when I feel most productive, when everything seems to hold deeper meaning.

Summer brings joy, but only because it leads me to September.

September is a beginning for me—a time of change. The season when leaves turn to rich tones of the earth. Everything becomes more beautiful in fall.

I see fall something cozy. Nights lit by the soft glow of candles, the scent of cinnamon, apples, and pumpkins in the air. Delicious food, beautiful outfits, and long walks in the woods, where I can appreciate the leaves turning orange, brown, and red.

I'm so happy because tomorrow is the beginning of September, and I don’t feel sad about going back to work. The only thing on my mind is the start of fall—the season of ghosts, foggy mornings, and chilled winds. It’s the time when the weather finally matches my soul.

I’m so full of joy.

I want to do everything—play video games, focus on my career, read cozy and spooky books, watch horror movies, eat good food, and walk through the woods.

It’s incredible how a season can have such an effect on me. I feel more energetic, more motivated. Inspired and creative. I feel cozy—and, most importantly, happy with myself.

My entire being transforms into something different, my soul feels truly alive.

I spend the whole year waiting for this season. These last months, from September until the end of the year, feel like the most beautiful time of the year.

September isn’t just another month—it’s a return to myself.