When September arrives, a sweet and strange feeling takes over me. I don’t have a name for it, so I just call it the September feeling. This sensation is amplified by other things too, like this Yanni song performed in Las Vegas, especially that amazing violin part. Or country music and the sweet vibes of Luke Bryan’s songs. Or the smell of coffee and dark chocolate. Or anything minimalist. Or the blue streetlights in the quiet night. Or a cool breeze that calls for a jacket and hints at autumn, a fall when, for the first time in my life, I have no stress from school, university, military service, that infamous barracks 03, the sadness of being far from home, unemployment, or work concerns.