Welcoming October


I'm drawn out of the house, out from the quiet comfort of my living room and enveloping couch to the concrete wall of porch, by the rush of wind in the trees. Those trees--some have to be near a hundred years old--shade and enclose the neighborhood in a safe little pocket. Here, in their domain, it is dark already, dark enough for automatic lights to flick on. Look a little beyond their reach however, and the sky still shines day-blue. Here, we're just one tiny world nestled inside a larger one. I feel small, but comfortable in my smallness.

I pull my knees up to my chest, sitting on the wall. The wind makes another swoop down the street; I can hear it as it stirs the leaves in its approach before it even touches me, lifting bangs from forehead, sending me into shudders. I won't go in for a sweater, though. If I go in, the moment is over; the magic is gone.

Are all Octobers this windy, or is just it this particular one? It doesn't matter. What matters is that October is here, and with it, Autumn.

Autumn (O kindred spirit of seasons), you have been long awaited. Welcome back, dear friend.


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