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.)
We bid goodbye to summer.
We bid goodbye to 31WriteNow, pleased that the effort to blog all 31 days of August was successful. (Yay!) We also hope that blogging everyday will become a second nature thing and not just in response to a challenge. Baby steps.
We bid goodbye to long days and long nights (yes, I’m aware that meteorological summer doesn’t end until mid-September, but work with me, people).
We bid goodbye to empty, non school-is-in session streets. No traffic was good while it lasted, huh?
We bid goodbye.
A tear for summer.
But we await you, Autumn! (See the countdown below.)
Kitten Heel Marvel loves Paul Newman. In case you forgot.
I’d really like to get that sleep, though. Please and thank you, whoever you are that has me awake.
What is it about oak-lined streets that make me so dizzy and crazy in love?
Why do I have visions of wearing an antebellum dress and strolling down one of these long, gorgeous paths with a beau named Shelby or Logan or…Beau?
During my trip to Savannah, I gazed down streets like these and nearly squealed from the romance and mystery of it all.
Sigh. Happy Friday, ya’ll.