You Are In My September…


Indian summer in September…so bittersweet… It reminds me of a pinch of salt in a freshly cut wound – still open, still here and burning. Burning because it has always been too short. Because it has passed once again and because I want to believe summer is never supposed to end…

10 thoughts on “You Are In My September…

  1. Yeah let us forget the warm summer night are over for a while and let us remember that now starts the most wonderful colored part of the year – and the trees have many more colors than all the beach babes and beach lions – ehh I miss summer a little bit too, not coz the missing beach lions… πŸ˜€ πŸ˜€ πŸ˜€


    1. I had the feeling you might be more into beach babes than beach lions πŸ˜€
      Fall colours are beautiful and I do enjoy them, yet they bring a touch of sadness along sooner or later. Especially when the vividness is gone and there’ re just many shades of grey left.


    1. Thank you, Alexandra. It’s fair to say autumn always brings along nostalgia for me, with a pinch of sadness – even if life is ok. Probably it’s just me but maybe something in the air πŸ™‚ You know – hopelessness of romantics πŸ˜‰


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