september is for grieving / Above is a shot from earlier that night; no longer certain if it is an abrupt cold or the next season's sudden passing we're subjected to / this alarms me, might seem different to you, but most simply don't notice it (nothing wrong with that) / the street lights came late and I was thankful / I'm left to anticipate the next year and what it meant/means to me / efforts rewarded or not, after a few years of careful consideration (as much as I could offer), the anchor rises -- like it or not.