September... The sun is still summery bright, but it only touches your face with a soft warm ray if you look up. The air is becoming crisp and transparent, it smells of golden leaves, earth, berries and bonfires. The world is slowing down, becoming quiet and falling asleep.
I open my wardrobe to pull out gorgeously warm cashmere, soft wools and delicate silks and dream of long walks in a country and cosy evenings I am going to spent wrapped in a massive blanket, curling up in a chair with a cup of coffee, chocolate and a book. Beautiful...