You have a warm feel about you. Summer's said its final goodbyes and the orange glow that lit the sky for so long now litters the ground.
I've missed you, October. The way you allow the darkness to fall a little earlier in the evening. How you grant me the much missed permission to wrap up in big jumpers. How the fog that graces most mornings is nothing but tranquil and the little bit of haze I need to feel grounded.
Change is coming. Change is always coming. I want change. In fact, the more I want it, the more elusive it becomes. We'll synchronise in the right places and battle in the wrong, but it'll work it. And the process, though occasionally brutal, is mostly thrilling.
Three months until the year is up. Three months to kick ass. Three months to go out in a blaze.
October, make 'em dance.