It's seems that always around this time of year it's October. Not much certainty in this life of ours, but it seems like after every September there's an October. I remember my last October, must have been a year ago. It was almost exactly like this one. The leaves were falling, a faint chill was in the air. Nobody quite knows why, but you'll often find it chilly in October. I've been a lucky fellow, hanging onto this dustball for forty-two years and seeing forty-two Octobers. It's the crazy kind of coincidence that makes life worth living. Now in this fast-paced, modern-age of telephones and coffee machines seems folks are getting their Octobers sooner and sooner each time our lovely little planet loops around. Wasn't like that when I was a kid. When we was young, we never knew when October was coming or when it was leaven. We just took what we got. But who's to say they's wrong and we's right? I don't know. I don't know. But I hope--anna pray--that when sheets make their way back to our beds and plastic pumpkins hold nothing but wrappas we'll find ourselves not in the company of a November.
Edited, Oct 1st 2010 3:30am by Allegory