Ah, I see you've finally delivered September! It's taken you a while, but you got there in the end.
As dark, rolling clouds loom overhead, I can't help feeling that it's time to bring out the Big Coat. I love this time of the year. Blustery winds flick at my coat tails, lifting yellow and russet leaves that have outlived their usefulness to the trees. The air somehow feels fresher, as the earthy scent of the season begins to creep into the ether.
These are the days where I feel more myself. My style reverts back to the aforementioned attire, the three-quarter length coat, long-sleeved shirts, waistcoats. I often feel like I'm some sort of historical cross-dresser. In the same way that a man may feel more comfortable in women's clothes, I feel more comfortable dressed in the manner of an Edwardian gent. Or as close as I can get without being sectioned.
Don't get me wrong though, I'm not completely against seeing the sun. I love those days where the sun burns through the misty haze of morning. And very little is as refreshing as the invigorating, crisp sunny mornings. Such a welcome change from the oppressive heat of high Summer.
But, knowing September like we do, it'll be quite a mixed bag. The Big Coat is waiting, the waistcoats are emerging from the darkness, and I am ready. Somehow though, I get the feeling that we haven't shucked off the last tendrils of Summer just yet...
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Pete Shorney
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