September, when the air is rife with that melting autumnal haze and yet when summer lingers, can transform the most mundane souls into sublime beings floating on cotton-candy clouds, and peering down with curious eyes on the mass of humanity thronging the streets. The artist was on his vanguard and allowed himself to be that cloudy apparition who floated above the mess of the world and contemplated it with his unique vision.
He was in love. He was in love with his muse, and she was his dream who seemed to cloud his senses all time of the day, every day. She was his love, his passion, and his dream. She was in his veins and she was the magnetic glue which held together his porcelain heart whilst her eyes searched his, irises tinged with grief and love.
September was when he felt most at home, when his art transcended him, and when his love merged with his craft.
She would whisper to him at the most inopportune moments whilst he worked, and he would listen with fierce abandon, whilst his aura dissipated into soft nothingness. Who cared, when one was in love. That too, a love like this, which could sweep all the currents into one lamenting, purifying force and bind disparate stories together.
"I love you."
"You are beautiful".
"Your aura is disturbing."
"Don't you notice how you are noticed?"
He would listen, before succumbing again to that electrifying wave which led him into exhausting depths of creativity. He would send his life denying himself this voice which praised his greatness because his love made him feel small. It made him feel weak. And in that, he sought respite from the harsh, cruel, unsound world.
His muse was love, and she could fill him up, but she could also bring him down to his knees, conflicted, torn, ambushed. She could breathe tenderness into his searching eyes but she could also lead him down a tunnel of brooding darkness. She could transform him into a dessert which reeked at its own cactus-filled maze.
At long last, he decided to surrender to the afternoon's charms. September light filled his soul and his smile lingered longer whilst his charm gripped the eyes of his lover as she melted beneath his gaze. It was a temporary ruse, but he felt full. And complete. Whole.