The course of my life has been shaped by Septembers, Octobers, and Novembers.
I feel restless this time of year…I feel electricity in the air.
I come alive in autumn. This is when things truly happen. Spring and summer are detached, simply there to refill the trees with leaves that can fall again in September. And winter drags on.
In autumn, I fall in love, I follow my dreams, I am joyful and sorrowful, and everything in between.
It must be the weather.
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