I picked up a discarded office calendar in work yesterday and turned over the pages to September to check that nothing had been written.
To many, September is just a day closer to winter and marks no particular significance. I feel though that there is an air of anticipation about the month that almost overshadows the lead up to January.
It seems a time of new beginnings… a memory of new shoes… new pencil cases, notepads …..
I pinned the calendar to my wall and began to look forward to the rest of the year.
