September in the rain

Suddenly it’s September and I feel like soon it will be halloween and then christmas and then the year passed faster then ever. I know it always feels like this and still always it feels new. September has always been the month of thinking for me. When it’s too hot to be in the light at daytime, but perfect to be in the light that is almost gone. The evening light.

These little moments when you just hear the birds and the sky turns pink and purple. When you wander under this sky in the grass and leaf cross your path. It’s so softly sky colored that you ache to touch it, but it’s not possible. When it’s the perfect time to find cats sleeping in the grass.

For now I want to take you into the last books that i'm reading. Into quiet moments of cooking pumpkins cookies and eating all the strawberries in the world, of reading until I fell asleep, eating pumpkins cake with the spices I have tasted all the month, perfect leaves that look like they were painted under an evening sky, soft wind and plants in the blue hour. 

“He never went out without 

a book under his arm, 

and he often came back with two.”

― Victor Hugo, Les Misérables

(september)

• reading by candlelight,
• old dusty corners,
• books with old pages,
• ancient ornaments,
• old languages in history textbooks

[pretendo no mês de outubro postar todos os dias aqui, espero que acompanhem]