You’re the kind of month that gets me excited about the little things.
Burnt-orange leaves. Layered jackets. Pumpkin-scented candles. That amazing feeling of stepping out of the cold into a warm house that consistently smells like freshly-baked cookies and happiness. Being able to curl up with three blankets and not become hot and sweaty. Foggy mornings, fuzzy boots, flaming-red noses and cheeks. Honestly, I don’t even mind the fact that having a red nose and cheeks makes me look like an elated clown because it means that you are here, October.
You make me think of polaroid cameras. You have limits, but what you create is tangible, what you create is real. There’s an air of authenticity to you that is difficult to match.
October, you let me breathe. In and out, in and out, in and out, in and out, I am never forced to break my rhythm; instead, I can choose to extend my breaths for pure enjoyment. I never gasp for air in October.
When you arrive, there is inspiration. Inspiration to paint, inspiration to write, inspiration to decorate the entire house with a multitude of crazy items related to Halloween because October means creativity and October means change and October means that change can be good.
Once upon a time, you were my least favorite month, October. I couldn’t stand the cold, the winds, the fact that trees were dying and dropping their leaves to the cement below. I couldn’t stand the shorter days, the increased homework, the idea of having to wear multiple jackets.
But then I remembered that you’re not out to hurt me, October.
You are just as you are and I cannot change you.
But I can change myself, and sometimes, that might be the best route to take.