🕰️ "I got a message from September..." 🍂

It came like a whisper on the wind — not a text, not a call.

But a feeling.

A chill in the air. A song I hadn’t heard in years.

A scent that dragged me back to a moment I thought I’d forgotten.

September doesn’t knock.

It arrives. With stories. With warnings. With chances to begin again — or finish what summer couldn’t.

I don’t know what the message means yet.

But something tells me: this fall isn’t like the others.