September evenings staged some perfect shadow plays in my living room. Golden light fills the room every September, soon after the September equinox…The setting sun starts his journey back, southwards. For a few months from now I will be able to view the vibrant sunsets every evening and I love basking in that celestial light!
This one reminds me of an old rhyme
“Where are you going to my pretty maid?”
“Am going a-milking sir”, she said…
“The road uphill and the road downhill are one and the same”
Goodbye September, till we meet next year!