SEPTEMBER. rococo sunsets (pastel purple skies with gilded swirls of pink clouds). new hair. blank notebooks. a last chance to parade around with shimmering bare legs and heeled sandals. the scent of apples drifting through the golden afternoons. a new bag. the first warm drink of the season. exploring the city by yourself, finding new museums, bookshops, cafés, cinemas. a new signature scent. a new hobby. that first cool breeze in your hair that promises a new season, a new start, a new opportunity to enjoy being your most intellectual, fashionable, independent self.
one thing i need to start living by is “become the thing that you want” if i want friends who throw themed parties maybe i should start throwing those parties. if i want someone who writes me love letters maybe i should start writing letters for the people i love. if i want to hang out at museums and pretty cafes maybe i should invite my friends to these places. and maybe even then i won’t find the kind of people i want to be around. but then i would have become the exact person i want to be around. and maybe that’s good enough.
rainy days, good books, coffee, tea, cold weather, autumn season, sweaters, the smell of pastries or baked goods, sunsets and sunrises, gorgeous buildings, and libraries with high ceilings.
