It exhales all of what June anticipated, what July expected, what August excelled.
It just is.
And I feel myself letting go, like leaves ready to twirl down the trees.
The beginning of my favourite season, the fall.
Sitting for hours, sharing a bottle of red, talking.
About the present, the future. Not so much about the past, because what is there to say?
I’m happy here, now.
Kissing you in the morning light and start this beautiful day.