I’ve always felt a quiet fondness for the month of October. As the air starts to chill, I can feel my heart beating a little bit slower, my blood a bit cooler. It’s as if the oxygen itself takes on a cleansing quality, purging any negative energies or thoughts attempting to take root inside me.
I’m never happier than when I’m walking around in October, surrounded by trees in transition, cold air, and the morning sun. I like the way my breath puffs out in tiny clouds. People all over the place seem calmer, too. I bet that’s why they have elections in November instead of July.
Have you noticed the leaves changing? People might use the word ‘miracle’ to describe something beautiful beyond their comprehension. Leaves in October are my idea of a miracle.
In a kitschy way, they’re even a bit inspirational – if leaves can change, why can’t we?
It’s the end of the month, and I have no big ideas to share, no grand essays diagnosing in the most cleverest way the things that are wrong with the world. But as I take in a deep breath of fine October air, I think to myself, “Perhaps a little idea will do.”
I don’t quite know what I’m doing here on my small and strange corner of the internet, but I know that I love doing it. And for now, that is more than enough.
