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Barbara | Nature - Poetry - Winter
Every year the same excitement. I remember September firsts when I was a child. I was always so happy on that day and the other kids would say “Are you crazy? September sucks because September means school”. But I liked school. So, I was the only happy child around here. And how could I not be? The summer is over and the most beautiful season is about to begin. The weather changes, gets windier and colder. The sea gets wilder and darker. The first rainfalls give the earth a fresh breath. It is like the rebirth of Nature.
Now, I’m 22 and I still am the only happy child on September 1st.