September flew by. A pity, as it is one of my very favorite months of the year.

This month was one of finding great joy in being with old friends, and great delight in finding new ones. It was one for reunions and long, rich talks; my first ever taste of gelato (if you are ever in Portland, ME, try out Gelato Fiasco), lonely travel, the Atlantic, interlocked toes, star-spinning, golden hours, new business ventures, flower crowns, and fiery skies.

September was, like me, the beginning of a new season. One of challenge and fight. Funny, the way my seasons seem to follow that of the earth's.