Yes, it's September

I like September so much.

Most of my worst sadnesses in life happened in September, my grandmother and mother both died in that month, and I had other strong and sad things, life altering, in September also but even so I like this month so much because yes, I had sad things in some Septembers in life but most of them are normal months made special by the fact that the Autumn always comes, every year, in that month and that makes me so happy.

So each year I give myself autorization to be happy when September comes.

And he is here.

I long for the Autumn, the colder days, even if some are stil hot, the nice air, the short days, which most don't like but I do. I like to wake up when is still night and see the morning beginning. 

And it's apple pie season. 🥳

A gentle breeze

Today, walking by the hot sun, sudenly I felt a fresh breeze, so welcoming, so nice, the kind that makes my soul lift up, and I smiled thinking that it looked, and indeed could be, a gentle warning that Autumn is coming.

That made me feel so well, wanting to live, not that I don't want to live, but feeling an energy, a good feeling, a peace, a want of living each moment and savouring it, not just going through the days, in surviving mode.

It's that I can't stand the Summer, I never did, I remember that in my childhood days I couldn't stand the heat and I grew up that way and I still am like that and I will always be.

We have been so spared to the infernal heat that scourged Europe, this border of water is giving us a very bearable Summer, but I prefer to see the back of it and the sooner the better.

But anyway, I began getting up of this letargy that Summer always gives me.

So, here I am. I'm waking up to life.