When September is wearing out

I'm always sad at the end of something. Just one more day and September will be over. I've already mentioned that it's been exceptionally sweet to me this year. It's been full of events, full of thoughts, full of feelings. A lot of people I love have their birthdays in September which is such a blessing! I'd rather not mention the amazing colors of the leaves in September for it's way too trite. But I can't help dwelling on the color of the sky. Have you ever noticed how dramatically the sky changes in September? Just three weeks ago in West Wittering it was still summer-like and low. Now it's much higher and azure and so very fragile looking. The summer's been too quick again. I've just been re-reading some posts on another blog of mine and I happened on one which had been written just before I met you. Such a weird feeling. You've still no idea of what's exactly going on with me about you. And I've still no idea of what's best to do and not to do to break the proverbial ice. You do know, don't you, that when you're madly in love, whatever you do seems to be desperately wrong? It's the end of September and for both of us it's been full of events, full of thoughts, full of feelings. We'd better not rush things. We'd better live our own lives for the time being. I hear South Cal is sweltering again? Do come this side of the pond if you ever need to cool down. You know, you're always welcome. And have a nice day, as Tuesday's just begun with you.