Let me (briefly) count the ways…
My frowning face entered this world in the month of October. We’ve been lovers since then.
I spend many evenings listening to the symphony of my feet pressing down on an endless sea of crunchy leaves in October. And I don’t feel like I’m hurting them, either. They live to fall, don’t they?
I can count every star in the evening sky in October, owing to that vivid, clear sky that seems inches away from my upturned head.
There’s a weird romantic electricity that roams around the atmosphere in October. It makes you want to grab someone and cuddle while you watch the slow setting of the autumn sun. (This, dear friends, will never happen–I don’t think “because it’s October” will suffice when said random stranger has me arrested for grabbing him and forcing him to cuddle.)
Well said.
Happy 35th Birthday!
No happy birthday necessary for me, but thanks for thinking of me, Randi. 🙂