The picture above is the view from my living room window. When I get home from work after a long day, I sit on my couch, and that is what I see. I take it in, and in that moment I realize that what ever I still need to do, it will get done.
In the grand scheme of things, views like these that only last for minutes until that sun sets are what it’s really all about.
I’m infatuated with October because of the colors, the red, orange, yellow, and green — the fact that I know it’s temporary and that one day soon I’ll wake up to find the trees bare.
It’s that time of year where I can bring out my jackets and scarves and boots. Oh, how I have missed my boots. And there are those sunny days that occasionally pop up, and on those days I feel I’ve gotten the best of both worlds: sunshine and the need for bundling.
I’m infatuated because October is always the first month after I’ve turned a year older and I’m plotting how to make this year better than the last. So much hope and so much possibility.
It is the time of year when I feel like I’m getting back into a routine and settling back into my normal life, but summer still is close enough that I remember to be spontaneous and still have fun even though the warmth has left us.
I think we often forget to be in love with life. To notice the little things that bring us such light.
So tell me, why are you infatuated with October?