hello, september

hello, september. please be good to me.
2011, 2010, 2009, 2008.

september days: changing light; daylight turns into twilight a minute earlier. chilly mornings and cooler nights. starbucks brings back the fall beverages; pumpkin and dark cherry mocha. back to school atmosphere everywhere. september means perfect beach days. there is no autumn in hong kong so we pretend. we wear scarves with flip flops and shorts and mini denim jackets over tank tops. the leaves don’t change their color here, so we pretend. we always pretend.

I have awaited september. I have awaited the end of summer for long weeks. in september, the boy celebrates his birthday. today he turns twenty three years old. last night we watched the bourne legacy; glued together in the darkness of the cinema house. cinema nights are becoming a regular thing in our lives and I prefer it greatly to the mess of wan chai. just as we exited, leaving the freezing seats and stepping into a warm night, I remembered. I kind of shrieked at him, bringing his watch up close to show him that it’s five minutes past midnight. happy birthday, you. happy birthday. je t’aime. his sleepy eyes brightened and I hugged him, feeling the remains of cold air underneath his t-shirt. sometimes it is the smallest, silliest moments that make everything okay. maybe some other time, maybe never. before letting me go home, he braided my hair around my head, like a crown. I laughed because I thought he was being ridiculous but he just grew up surrounded by sisters. then the compulsory forehead kiss. without being aware of it, he reminds me that it’s okay to not to be okay because he’s there.

things are turning to better.

a couple of things for the fall:

+ plum skillet cake
+ september wallpaper calendar
+ modern marrakech; adorable color combinations
+ a little longer; for when sunrise comes a little later
+ pinterest obsession, finally.
+ tea lights on a beach, sound of the waves and a glass of wine.
+ coffee candles; I’ve been wanting to try these for a while now.
+ indian summer inspirations
+ book wishlist: pia jane bijerk, susannah conway, kinfolk magazines and nick miller‘s book.
+ a new moleskine journal. it is time.

apart from work, my only other plans for the fall are to write, discover, document, take photographs, spend time with the boy and generally, just try to be content. so far, twenty twelve has been nothing I had expected but there were good moments, too. I want to have more of those.

ps. I am in the process of going through my inboxes and replying to everyone who has been waiting. I haven’t forgotten.