September
Father, two days remain in September. I'm already making October plans, thinking about what's next, living in future while present remains incomplete. I'm treating these last days as transition time, waiting room for the next thing. That's wrong. These days matter. They're September's comp
September
Two days remain. After tomorrow, September ends and October begins. New month, new quarter, autumn deepening. The year is three-quarters gone - seventy-five percent complete. Three months remain until 2027. Time moves. This proximity to ending makes some people reflective and others anxio
September
I am making everything new! Not fixing old things or polishing tarnished items - making new. Fresh. Unprecedented. What you couldn't repair, I'm replacing. What you couldn't restore, I'm renewing. What seemed finished, I'm reimagining. I make all things new.