September time. Harvest moon. Blood moon. Reap and sow, gather and move on.
The air is laden with change; golden leaves, goodbye skies. Time, it is a changing.
September, a time of change. Colours aplenty.
Everywhere: that blue destination on a blue-sky day. When the horizon is a gleam in your eye, an ache in your heart and the light batters it beautiful. Up and away. Star-flung and starboard. To that place you've always wanted to go, to be. Up anchors and set sail, away, free. Wind in your hair, world in your eye. Finally fulfill the promises we make to ourselves...