Poetica Vol. 02

.late september.

I love those starry nights of late September, where the breeze is too cold for an open window but the cool pane offers relief from the kettle like heat of the room as you gaze though the window.

It's the perfect time for deep thoughts on how beautiful the early hours are, and what you're going to wear in the morning.

I tolerate the chilly morning air of late September as I walk to school, wrapped up tight in my dearly loved scarf, my music so loud that anyone walking behind me can judge my taste.

It's an adequate time to think of old memories, and to appreciate the slowly shedding trees.

I particularly enjoy the afternoons in late September. My body halways finds the right temperature and I feel as though I'm the perfect porridge from the childhood Goldilocks story.

It's a good time to think of my days work, and to plan my actions for later day.

Then it's onto the evenings of late September, where I bundle up in my fleece and get comfortable at my desk.

It's the ideal time to get my work done, or to sing along terribly to musicals and forget the days trouble.

Then it all goes back to my favourite time, before the cycle all repeats.

Those starry nights of late September, where the clock strikes 4 am and my inspiration spikes; where my mind goes wild with crazy ideas of life and death, the existential, yet calm, slightly edgy, and amazing nights of late September.