September Summer

It's a fact that my step is my place. I've blogged before about it's qualities. 

Tonight, the hottest one of the year and I'm on it. 

There's a breeze blowing warm air. I'm sitting in semi darkness, trying not to think of the wildlife doing its nocturnal things around me. 

It may be September but it sounds a lot like summer. Music in the background, motorbikes humming, people talking in their gardens, the street. These are the nights I adore. 

The stars/planes are twinkling, the silhouettes of trees protecting me. 

I'm wishing this "summer" would stay