september

There’s a certain hope that comes in autumn , the wild wicked summer air dissipates and makes way for something calmer, something cosier. Not necessarily safe, but comforting. I ease in to the cool crisp air and sigh as I watch the leaves around me start to tinge with muted orange, playful yellows and bold reds. Just like summer sunsets before, autumn brings with her her own shades of promise. I inhale crystalline air into my heaving lungs, ready to slow down, standing at the edge of a fog covered field, staring out into the unknown. I am ready for whatever comes next, what winter winds blow my way. I change just as the seasons do. More me than ever before with each passing moment.