The Curse of September

i can hear the birds sing at a distance
as a cool breeze brushes my face;
misty eyed i stare at the heavenly sky above
can the world be any more serene & calm?
the heart's content yet so alone
oh September, can't you spare me just this year?

Every year, come September, I am overtaken by nostalgia. Anywhere I am, I miss the places where I have been, the people I have met, home and my family. Gazing out from my window, all I see is trees. Yes, these trees block my view of the open field that lay beyond and a bright, red-coloured school next to it. But I don't complain; how can I when these trees house the lovely birds that are singing melodies that makes me feel so refresh. This year, September reminds me of my days in Shillong. Beautiful they were as the long monsoon days started to wane and bright, cool days took over. I remember the evenings me and my friends would sit out in the balcony of our hostel, endlessly talking as we gazed at the hill across us, which by the way is a cemetary. I truly missed those days. But how can these ever compete with the wonderful mornings that I so used to cherished then. Waking up in the chilly mornings to the sound of BoneyM singing played from tape recorders in neighbouring houses was always wonderful.
Today I remember the time we were on a trip to a place close to Shillong. I can't really recall whether its was September or not, but I'm sure it was. A couple of us from church had accompanied our Pastor on this trip and we had a great time. It was evening as we started our journey back to Shillong and we were on a bus. We started singing Christmas songs as the guys insisted since we had entered the month of "ber" though Christmas was still far away. As we were singing, I looked out from the bus window and I gaped at the scenary before me which was so beautiful under the moonlight. I looked above at the bright sliver moon; I could no longer hold my tears back. To this day I still cherished that wonderful feeling that I had at that moment, I was so thankful then that I have been given a life and the chance to experience that.
And today, as this September evening once again befall me, I find it hard to push back these memories from entering my mind. Maybe its the clear, calm and cool evening but I am not going to curse the weatherman. In fact I am so thankful to Him that I am well and alive today, to witness His greatness that unendingly shows through His creations. I am happy that I am able to feel loneliness and content at the same time. I am indeed so blessed.