Turned September.

A little bit. Hopefully I will continue.

I watched the clock, as its hand instantaneously flicked past twelve. Midnight.  Another minute, second, hour had passed. Another month gone. A fresh start, September, bringing with it autumnal mornings, dappled with dew and lens flare from the low rising sun. Blackness filled the sky, no change. 

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