How I Know It's September
back-to-school, falling in love, Sylvia Plath, sorrows, and Joy - what a month!
"All the months are crude experiments, out of which the perfect September is made."
—Virginia Woolf
It’s Sunday morning and the windows are open. I’m listening to the soundtrack of A Hidden Life, and over the soaring violin I hear birds and crickets hum and the far off distant rumble of the highway.
More to the point, I’m delightfully chilly. Curled up i…