329. September Musing

When, after the August sun, the first rains fall there’s something nostalgically magical that lures you outside or look through a window in silence and be embedded with the atmosphere.

You feel the moments of childhood crowding around you:

when the first days of school were mingled with the anticipation of falling leaves; 

when learning and the smell of books was solace and comfort; 

when sparrows and thrushes sought refuge on your window sill;

 but most of all, 

when the sound of Christmas bells echoed from a far and distant memory.