The beginning of long evenings

I was tidying my coffee table after the gym, saw the candles and decided to light them while I was waiting for dinner. This is the last day of September and how fast its end has seemed to come. September is one of my favorite months, not so much when I was a child and dreaded the end of summer holidays but when I started going to university. I remember those nights on the weekend, meeting friends I hadn't seen all summer, still wearing skirts and sandals, enjoying the last lingering heat on the campus lawn between classes. I remember the first time I ever experimented with slide film was in September, my university photography class. It felt like nature was putting on one last spectacular show, a summarization of all those long lingering summer days before the cold of winter. Don't get me wrong I like aspects of winter too, but there's just something about September...