Light in September｜An Autumn Saturday in my Life

#fallseason
What is life but an endless stream of collected moments?
It's the light in September.
It's the sound of the late afternoon church's bell.
The old musicians in the mediaval fortress.
It's the smell of cinnamon crepe.
It’s the memory of standing side by side with my family at the castle over looking the old town, as we watched the gentle sunlight leaves it marks in everything and remarked to each other (for the millionth time) just how brilliant blue the sky actually is in real life.