It’s that time of year when the sun is shining but it no longer has it’s old power. The sky is blue. The plains are still green and flowers bloom. From my window I admire a sea of walnut leaves and a patch of blue sky. Everything has a special charm. Life is beautiful.

September is like mom. Gentle, serene, even if she still got angry like the wind out of nowhere, she calmed down just as quickly. Today would be my mother’s name day. Tomorrow school starts. Soon the street will smell of roasted chestnuts….

”Wake me up when September ends”-sings a voice with conviction.