When the air starts to feel
Just a bit cold on the skin
Along with particles of a
mysterious energy bouncing all around
When there are no more puddles under your feet
Instead, fairy lights twinkle above you
When you know you’ve done
what you could have done
And it’s time to sit back and watch it unfold
A mix of optimism and closure
Of the next few dreams
and a wash of nostalgia
The colours of the sky deepen
Vivid pinks dance with flaming orange
And nights become darker
Quieter, yet livelier
As the year prepares to go to sleep
My soul becomes awake
The season of festivals is here.