When I was growing up in Michigan, September was one of my favorite months of the year. The leaves began to change color. There was a slight nip in the air giving a hint of the cold months that were to come. School started up. Even though I felt a little trepidation, it was a new beginning. There was chance that this would be The Year. New experiences, new situations, new pencils. I've always thought the calendar should have begun in September.
Anyway, here it is the end of another month nine of another year in the life. Christmas is already invading the box stores and markets. Halloween is right around the corner and poor Thanksgiving gets its one day to be center stage. And it will all sweep by like a great Santa Ana wind.
It is best to say nothing sometimes. So I will give it a try here:
No, its not easy to say nothing. There's always that compulsion to say something. So I'll just say "Ta Ta For Now, Septemeber. Better luck next year!"
And of course,
Hello October. You are just in time.