Seasons change. You can smell their change in the smell of the outside air. August air smells differently from September air. September all of a sudden feels chilly, cool – its smells goes hand in hand with the rusty gust of wind that breezes through the trees and the auburn colour of the leaves in the trees outside my house.
September smells of tweed jackets and woolly scarves, white shirts and boyfriend jeans. It smells of this grey hair look I have been looking to get for a while and hot chocolate in the mornings. It smells of snuggles and kisses and of not wanting to get out of bed in the morning.
It smells of running towards my marathon in New York in November and of running away from what I am no longer interested in – and cannot bring myself to pretend I am.