September's scents.

September is not autumn, it's summer.
September witnesses magic every year, in the form of a slow melancholy change.
Summer fades into autumn, and scents you thought you had forgotten suddenly awake your memories. The gentle perfume of wet soil fills the air. Memories of school bags, diaries and new pens come back to your mind.

It's a bittersweet flavour at the back of your tongue.
It's crisp air gently tickling your nostrils.
It's scent of new books and shoelaces.

I simply love September.