The wind blows with purpose now, rattling Summer’s unhinged gate.  Her desperation is palpable as she shuffles towards the seasonal door, gathering her belongings in haste.  Backwards glances are desolate.  Memories have withered and browned.  Summer’s only just realized that her…

September belongs to both seasons, straddling the line between Summer and Fall.  The tug-o-war that will soon commence often leaves September as Summer’s anchor, further proving my theory that she is ultimately a trader.  September should mark the beginning of Fall, as the autumnal equinox…