The Lost Girls
On a sunlit beach, but moody months are on my mind. That's the only explanation I can come up with for my uncanny resemblance to a vampire. If it wasn't intentional, it must be subliminal.
I wish Septembers in the real world matched your expectation of them. Every summer I look to September expecting to see autumn, and every September arrives with nothing to show for it. But that just means that beach days don't have to budge. Sea-bound September times are my favorite, when air that was steamy in July turns cool; the frigid sea, to bathwater.
I usually keep to the grayscale aesthetic and avoid warm hues in dark tones. You'll seldom catch me wearing brown, but I don't own many belts, and this one that turned up during spring cleaning is so pretty, I had to overlook the fact that it was neither black nor gray. After all, I have all winter ahead to match my clothes to the pale atmosphere.
Thank you for reading. I hope you feel something beautiful today.