The time when I write a post stating that we're now in my favourite month of the year and at the start of the season I like the best.
Yes, it's September.
At the risk of repeating what I have written numerous times at the start of September in the past, the reason why I enjoy the month started off when I was a child.
It was the month I'd go back to school for a new year. Everything was starting afresh. Autumn was making nature start afresh as well.
Then, as a young working adult, it was the beginning of a new period in work with an influx of new staff members (mainly those who came to my city for study) and new menus.
As both a child and adult, this time of the year is also special to me because it's when American football returns.
With all that said, I am not 100% feeling the love for September this year. I am sure it has to do with my feeling that the American football season will be a mess in 2020 and - even more importantly - the anxiety over what we, as a world, are facing.
Still - it's September. The months and seasons don't know what is going on. They're plodding away as normal.
Let those leaves start to fall.