As much as I've been trying to avoid it, the year has turned the corner to fall and entered October. There was a time when October was my favorite month of the year. For the most part it still is - if I could remove just one day from October. My mom died on the 19th ten years ago this year - which of course is why I've been ruminating over it so much. The big anniversaries hit me the hardest. Fall air has always smelled the best - hints of greenwood smoke laced with burning lichen from bonfires and campfires, the crisp edge of not-so-green foliage, the chill that makes it feel clean. No humidity to weigh it down, no snow to chase me indoors, and, of course, it is the month of magic. This is the month where anything can be real - if you believe it hard enough. I love that. This month - this year - I may sink down in my little hidey hole for a few days but I am not going to let this month pass me by without a little magic for me. I say it every year but, this year, it's going to be different for me. Perhaps I'll dig out my broom and try to fly.
~S
Posted by Shade53 at October 2, 2005 08:37 AM