A September story takes its own sweet time. Its twists and turns prefer a meandering approach, one more suited to the end of season. 

Why rush, the narrative asks of its reader when everything you need is right here, among the cool mornings and dappled sunlight of late afternoon. Among the backward glance of a scurrying rabbit or the dip of a gull’s wing.     

A September story delivers the goods one golden moment after the other. Sit back and enjoy.