October is my favorite month. Fall is not my favorite season. Winter takes the cake, but October is my favorite month.
I'm listening to Mazzy Star so I'm feeling light, earthy, etc. Hippie-chic.
I'm bias seeing how my birthday is in October. We also get to excuse Paganism and dress up to collect candy on a demon-chic excuse for a holiday. We get a federal holiday to recognize the beginning of the takeover of our great land. The predecessor that recognizes the poor Indians - over turkey and the Detroit Lions. What more could you ask for in one month?
Warm colors blossom. I look atrocious in reds, oranges, and yellows but nothing feels better than being surrounded by warm tones.
Paths are made golden by fallen leaves from trees. It's a pity when they are brushed away. It's always more fun to run through a path of leaves than not.
Stop ordering iced coffees and teas. Nothing is more comforting on a rainy, fall day than wide open blinds, a blanket and a cup of steaming black tea.
The clothes are spectacular.
There is a sense of empowerment I gather from October. It has to be a product of the colors. I rather feel like expressing myself. Of course I'll do so while wearing a hat - it's October.
Don't waste such a stellar month. This is the month of relaxation. This is the calm before the holiday storm that turns into the busy holidays that filters into a new year.
Build a campfire. Make a mess with s'mores. Carve a pumpkin. Sit out on a patio and listen to music. Run through leaves. Express yourself. Tell someone how you feel. Wear a ridiculous costume. Check the candy before you eat it. Buy a new hat, or shoes - whatever suits your fashion fancy.
We are already nearing the halfway point of October. Thankfully, the October glass is never half-empty. It's full.
And don't forget Oktoberfest.
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