august breathes its last breath on a chilly night. im running down streets in pink skirts and a laughter laced with sweet ciders. the hum of music from a live band I just watched follows me as i navigate my way. i have a crowd waiting for me with stories in hand at our local spot and as i reach my destination im greeted with a happy chorus of ‘you made it!’
september starts with a rush. im twirling in my kitchen, pears from my friends garden sliced neatly on my counter. im singing a song that my ex always put on while i find myself arranging the pear slices on my amandine tarte. it takes me back to years ago when i first made this sipping tea next to my best friend.
the light of September’s breeze sparkles through the leaves outside.
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