F. Scott Fitzgerald (The Great Gatsby)
Life starts all over again when it gets crisp in the fall.
Autumn seemed to arrive suddenly that year. The morning of the first September was crisp and golden as an apple.
J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows (via ronk)
It’s finally September!
I know I am romaticising hikes wayy to much but i really want this