It is September.
Mid-September.
Possibly, late September.
Time for the fall plan.
Time to take the body boards and beach chairs out of the trunk.
Time to take a look around and decide my next step.
No more time to mourn the end of summer.
I must try to remember how much I love fresh apples and pumpkin beer and how good I look in tweed.
Must make some new goals and learn some new stuff.
Must get down to brass tacks, because it is after all, September.
5 comments:
That about sums it up. Beautiful portrait, beautiful poem, beautiful friend. xo
Love it, Moira!
I love this! Been thinking about doing a self portrait myself...
I don't ever mourn the ending of summer, because autumn is so invigorating. (But then, we don't have any beaches nearby either). This is a wonderful self-portrait. I really like its simplicity.
thanks for the love
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