Remember September

It seems as though September never happened. Well, did it?

I didn't feel like I was so far from home, though- I suppose- I am realizing that now. September was rejuvenating for me, good for me in many ways.

I guess I was, to steal from some famous song in some long-running musical, a tender and callow fellow.

I'll go on trying to remember September and simultaneously looking ahead at October, November, December drawing near.

Last fall, I lived in lyrics penned by Taylor Swift- a dark place for such cheery melodic tunefulness. I have to keep myself from returning to them again.

I can feel it happening. My God.