I don’t hate you, September. But I’m delighted that you’re leaving.
Because, in less than six hours, when I tear your page off my calendar and dispose of it, I will automatically open a lovely gift: October!
October is the most beautiful month of the year where I live. The sky is never as clear or as blue as it is at this time. The air is crisp, yet sunny. But the sun we feel now does not even resemble the mid-summer sun of a couple of months ago. It’s not hot! Not humid! Not stifling! Instead, it’s bright and warm. Comfortable. Soothing.
Healing to body and soul.
I feel much better after sitting in the October sun for an hour or so in the afternoon – meditating, gazing at the clear blue sky, watching leaves ripple in the breeze as a few opt to let go and float to the ground early. The usual sounds are almost non-existent. There’s a feeling of expectancy. Have you noticed, with children back in school, the neighborhood is much quieter? You can sit for quite a while and hear nothing but distant traffic or perhaps the twittering of a bird who has delayed his journey south. I don’t blame him.
Nights are cool – perfect sleeping and dreaming weather!
I impatiently await the pumpkins, gourds and mums that will soon appear on doorsteps along with scarecrows made from dried cornstalks and straw; I anticipate heavy dew that makes everything twinkle in the morning sunlight, and most of all, I look forward to the magnificently colored foliage that gives off a special warm glow!
During less colorful times of the year: rainy seasons, continuous days of sunless skies, extreme cold periods with lots of ice and snow – whatever Mother Nature throws at us – all I have to do is close my eyes and visualize one lovely October day and all is forgiven!
No, September. I don't hate you. You are the doorway to the season that awakens my soul. But I must confess... I love you only because you are the prelude to my beloved October.
My thoughts on October last year...