It's 11 past 24 and I'm not feeling sleepy. Maybe because we're going out tomorrow. Meanwhile, the birds are laughing loud and the crickets chirp in the moonlight. The city is covered in light and darkness. The blend of city's light and nature's darkness is giving a scenic view through my window. The shadowy fields are scentless but full of passionless chant of insects. In this summer night even the stars are whispering with each other. The nature is full of mystery and unique beauty. As a part of nature, I was growing older as the days grew old.
I remembered the September when I was young but now I've grown bigger. And when I think of September, I suddenly remember a childhood friend. I had a childhood friend back then who spent most of the time with me. She lived right next door from my home. She was a good friend of mine or perhaps, my best friend but then her family moved out of town in September. It was just for about a year but we had much fun. Maybe she remembers me like I do. Now I've forgotten her name and a blur image comes in my mind when I try to remember her face. But it's just a remembrance and there's no way I could ever see her again.