Good riddance

There is something special about September lately.

I have seen people for whom it is like a new spring, their coming back to life, full of energy, ready to conquer the world.
I have seen others falling in love in September, sometimes with an old friend, sometimes with every person they meet in the morning train.

For most it is a struggle. A struggle not to look behind, at the lost summer, a struggle not to look ahead too quickly - and resisting getting the winter duvet for the bed. A struggle against the first cold of the season. Or a struggle to plan the next move, take the next decision, figure out if it was worth the while.

I think we need a break after September.