After my birthday month, this may be my favorite month of the year. There is something crisp and alive in October, especially as the mid-eastern part of the States begins to feel fall again.
The winds are welcome to blow through this whole place, through my whole heart, shaking off all the dead leaves so that new ones have a chance to grow after the cleansing freeze.
Ah seasons. How much hope I find in the change. In the fact that the earth rotates and the sun gets further and closer and we get the chance to find poetic meaning in it all.
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