That certain month

    The October gloom pervades my soul, and everything else around me.  The cold wind blows wet misery throughout.  Summer already seems like a distant memory.  The good times, swimming in a clear sandy river, or hiking around a nudist resort with friends.  The laughter, sharing beers and a delicious impromptu barbeque during one outing.  The weeklong camping trip to Kansas, and all of the delightful moments therein.  The drive to Lake Superior and enjoyment of the national forests surrounding.  Dipping my toes into lake Michigan and marveling at that sheer blue glowing immensity.  Not to mention how cold the water was, even though it was 95 degrees out.    The heat seemed like it would be there forever.  Not so, says October.

    Now the wet leaves make a mess of my driveway, and the skies are roiling with a hundred shades of grey charcoal.  I know the pure crystalline whiteness of winter is around the corner, but this just seems like plain fear mongering going on.  And why not?  Samhain is coming.  I still cannot wait for springtime’s enduring warmth and hope to arrive once again, even though summers caresses have not yet been gone very long in the scheme of things.  October - what a colorful teasing mistress of misery you are!