7. Afternoon in September
It was one afternoon in September when I had a memory of you so specific it became universal. Warm light, fading leaves, and the hush of change in the air created a soundscape where nostalgia is not sadness but a quiet gratitude — for what was, and for what endures in memory.
It was one afternoon in September when I had a memory of you so specific it became universal. Warm light, fading leaves, and the hush of change in the air created a soundscape where nostalgia is not sadness but a quiet gratitude — for what was, and for what endures in memory.