It’s September. I am currently typing this with a warm, creamy cup of coffee next to me. I sprinkled some cinnamon on top of the foam. I have lit a candle that makes the entire room smell like a just-brewed pumpkin spice latte. I inhale deeply and smile.
Some of my most cherished memories happened during your time.
I’ve met my best friends in the first grade, just when leaves started turning colours, from emerald-green to a dark red and then to amber, caramel yellow, and they gracefully fell on the cold concrete.
My little sister was born on the 4th of October and I cried with happy tears.
I remember when my mother made pumpkin pies with powdered sugar on top. The whole house smelled divine.
I was born in October, on the 23rd, and I am blessed to have spent every birthday surrounded by all of my family…until I moved away to study in the UK. We used to gather together, all of us, laugh and catch up. I used to make a wish every time I blew the candles on my cakes and wonder if they would come true one day. Some actually did.
When I started high-school I met my friends for life, it was the chilly Autumn of 2012, and each time you came around we got closer and closer. I miss you girls.
In the Autumn of 2016, I packed my life in two suitcases and started university 2,000 km away from my home. That Autumn, my life changed radically.
It was September, that same year when I knew I was deeply in love with my soul-mate. And two Autumns later we are finally kicking distance in the butt and moving in together.
Cosy sweaters. Love ballads. Hot cups of tea. Rainy days. Warm blankets all over the bed. Red nail polish and lipsticks. Movies on a crisp Sunday morning. Pine cones on the edge of the road. Oversized check scarves. Hot chocolates. Roasted chestnuts at the entries of museums. Fairy light on window panes. Going back to university. Starting a new chapter.
It’s September and I will always be in love with you, Autumn.