It's September ...
Strange to be here already.
The passage of time is an inexorable river ...
With a one-way direction.
Maybe it seems to slow down ...
But its course is always constant.
Transitional September ...
Separate.
Two seasons ... two conditions.
The air still carries the flavor
Of the current season ...
Now running out of him.
The expected change,
It still seems far away ...
As if time wants to slow down ...
And don't let it slip away.
On the other hand,
Aspects already changed ...
They have preceded what is to come.
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