I used to dread October. I saw it as the end of everything. October seemed like September’s dirge song. (Is dirge song a repetitive statement?) On top of that, I was always broke in October, so the planning for Halloween festivities depressed me. Every twenty year old knows that Halloween costumes aren’t free, and going out that night is going to cost you at least $100. Depressing. I was never big on Halloween anyway. I never got excited about planning a costume. My father did. Oh man, he would orchestrate the most elaborate costumes and try to get me excited…
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Oh Hi October. You are halfway finished already. The wind has blown most of the leaves off of the trees outside but at the beginning of the month weren’t you a celebration! A splendor of colour that lifted the spirits and was drunk up by the eyes. I love you, October. I used to dread you and the end of the hot weather. Now I love when the wind blows those cool kisses on my face and I can bundle up in creative toques and scarves. I feel embraced by the smells of autumn in you, October, as they have…
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I went running the other night. I had to trade in my shorts and tank top for long pants and a long-sleeved running shirt….okay, so not a real running shirt but a long-sleeved pajama shirt of the Husband’s. Same difference. I set out at the same time I always do; after the kids go to bed and some things are tidied. It was dusk when I started and I noticed a nip in the air. It nipped at my nose and my ears. The wind over me as I ran had just the right amount of chill and felt clean.…